LONDON -- Ah, England. My favorite place to watch baseball."Baseball?" you say. "They don't have baseball over there." You are correct. They also don't have cursing at umpires, free agency, domed stadiums or Rickey Henderson. They don't have players driving drunk. They don't have agents moaning "$3 million a year is an insult to my client."All they have on baseball is what you find on the back pages of the British newspapers: the scores from two days ago, and the standings.You know what? You could fall in love with the game all over again.
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INGLEWOOD, Calif. -- Bulls win. I think. At least I'm pretty sure that was Michael Jordan dancing off the court with his first NBA title, and Scottie Pippen and Horace Grant and John Paxson hugging in a tight circle on the Forum floor. It sure looked like them, anyhow. As for the final game of this championship series, I would like to tell you what happened, but I must confess an embarrassing mistake: I obviously drove to the wrong arena. That couldn't have been Bulls-Lakers. It looked more like Kings-Clippers.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.