Detroit Free Press

That's it. Stop the season. Somebody knock me out while these pictures are still fresh in my mind: Rodney Peete ...

I am walking through the toy store. I am shopping for the holidays. I am looking for one item -- and one item only ...

The bus pulled into the Joe Louis parking lot and the man in the blue suit stood up. He tugged on his canvas bag, ...

The bus pulled into the Joe Louis Arena parking lot, and the man in the blue suit peered out the window. He tugged ...

STOP! PUT DOWN THAT SHAMPOO BOTTLE! YES! I'M TALKING TO YOU! WHO ELSE IS IN THIS BATHROOM? Whew. That's better. ...

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.

I don't usually go to bat for professional athletes. I figure they are strong enough, rich enough or lucky enough to take care of themselves. But once in awhile, an athlete comes along and hits a tough spot and, well, I don't know. Something stirs inside you.