Detroit Free Press

ATLANTIC CITY -- The scene that replays, over and over, is the ninth round, maybe 12 seconds left, the boxers ...

ATLANTIC CITY, N.J. -- He would not go down. He would not go down. No matter how many times Evander Holyfield hit him square on the mouth, flush in the stomach, smack on the head, George Foreman would not budge, would not slip, would not buckle. He would not go down. Somewhere in the middle of this heavyweight championship fight, it ceased to become about winning and became all about survival. The crowd was roaring, "George! George! George!" They screamed as he refused to even sit on a stool between rounds.

ATLANTIC CITY, N.J. -- You bet I'm rooting for George Foreman tonight. And so is every American male over 19 or 27 or 31 or whatever age your metabolism changes and suddenly, one morning, after eating the same healthy food you've eaten since you were a boy -- namely, a bowl of Cap'n Crunch, a baloney sandwich, three Mallomars, two burgers and a half-liter of Coke -- you wake up with Bill Murray's body. But not his sense of humor.

ST. LOUIS -- Won three, lost four. Those will be the final numbers hung on this Detroit hockey team. Won three, ...

ST. LOUIS -- Won three, lost four. Those will be the final numbers hung on Detroit hockey this year. Won three, ...

AUGUSTA, Ga. -- So here is what the 1991 Masters came down to: final round, final hole, three of the biggest names in golf tied for the lead -- and all three totally disgusted with themselves. Jose-Maria Olazabal was scowling in the sand, his second bunker in two shots. Tom Watson, playing behind, had just watched his drive sail into the pine needles off the 18th fairway. And Ian Woosnam, all 5-feet-4 1/2 inches, had followed Watson with a blast into the crowd, so far left of the fairway, he needed a traffic cop to get him to his ball. Hey, guys? The hole's over here.

AUGUSTA, Ga. -- So here is what the 1991 Masters came down to: the final hole, the final round, three of the biggest names in golf tied for the lead -- and all three totally disgusted with themselves. Jose-Maria Olazabal was scowling in the sand, already his second bunker of this hole. Tom Watson, playing behind, had just watched his tee shot sail into the pine needles off the 18th fairway. And Ian Woosnam, all 5-feet-4 1/ 2 inches, had followed Watson with a blast into the crowd, so far left of the fairway, he needed a traffic cop get him to his ball.

AUGUSTA, Ga. -- "Sure, I'll talk to you," he says, sitting down on the porch. "Ain't got nothing else to do."