Stop the season. Right now. On a high note. Quick, somebody, knock me out and let me sleep until next September. After all, isn't this what we dream about? Rodney Peete throwing touchdown bombs? The defense sacking the quarterback? A near-sellout crowd making airplane noise as the Lions dance on the Silverdome turf? A happy ending? Isn't that what we dream about? Stop the season. Quick, somebody get me a hammer."But what about the record?" says the voice of reason. "What about the Lions' losing record? After all, this just makes five wins against nine losses."
I'm all for the holiday spirit, but I'm not sure about Jim Arnold's latest Christmas idea: the Detroit Lions garbage can. Arnold, the Lions punter, says you can do anything with it -- "Use it as a party can, a storage can. Fill it with cans, and it's a can can."Of course, Lions fans might have other suggestions. They might like to put the Lions' defense inside the garbage can. Or maybe the owners manual for the run 'n' shoot.
I am very impressed that Bo knows everything. Only he doesn't, of course. Nobody does. His agents and business managers, who must be laughing all the way to the bank, would like you to believe that Bo Jackson is a Renaissance Man, all things to all people, all people to all things. But he is not. And now that Bo is coming to our town, I will prove it. For example, here are a few things in Detroit alone that Bo does not know:What Vernor's is.How to find Antons at the Renaissance Center.How to find the Renaissance Center.Who Bill Bonds is.
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.
