Last week, a package came to Bo Schembechler's house. His wife, Millie, began to open it. Lifting a flap, she saw a wire. She froze. She thought about the mountain of hate mail they had received since Ernie Harwell was fired. She thought about the phone calls and even death threats. She stopped opening the box. "I hate to admit it," she said Sunday, "but I actually thought it might be a bomb."
Jack and Jill went up the hill to figure out the economy.Jack said, "We're in a recession."Jill said, "No, we're not."Jack said, "How do you know?"Jill said, "How do you know?"Jack said, "Look at the unemployment rate. It's going up."Jill said, "Look at the prime rate. It's coming down."Jack said, "But the stock market has dropped 400 points in the last six months."Jill said, "It's gained 200 points in the last three months."Jack said, "Look at the cost of gas. It's skyrocketed. It's through the roof."
EAST LANSING -- The screamers can take the year off. Save your voices. Save the gas. The Michigan-Michigan State basketball rivalry, which, when it's good, is really good, is no better than lopsided this winter, one of those years when the light shines in only one direction. Green light. Spartans go. The Wolverines will spend most of their season just trying to get across the street.
EAST LANSING -- The screamers can take the year off. Save your voices. Save the gas. The Michigan-Michigan State basketball rivalry, which, when it's good, is really good, is no better than lopsided this winter, one of those years when the light shines in only one direction. Green light. Spartans go. The Wolverines will spend most of their season just trying to get across the street.
JACKSONVILLE, Fla. -- Well, after careful analysis, I think we can all agree that the turning point in this game was the opening kickoff. That, or when Desmond Howard put on his uniform. I don't want to say Howard took over the Gator Bowl. I don't want to say he made the Ole Miss Rebels eat his dust. That wouldn't be fair. They didn't get close enough to eat his dust.
JACKSONVILLE, Fla. -- "It'll come back," he told himself, staring at the sky. "Just lie here. It'll come back." He could not feel his hands or feet. He could not feel his skin against the turf. Through his helmet he heard the dying roar of the crowd, which had suddenly realized the bad news: Chucky Mullins wasn't getting up. Try the fingers, he thought. Nothing. Try the toes. Nothing. Now the trainers were around him. They were screaming, calling for a stretcher. They pinched his arm. Nothing. "Everybody back!" someone yelled.
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.