Detroit Free Press

Andre Ware stood on the sideline like a man who had just been scolded. He crossed his feet. He uncrossed his feet. He folded his arms. He unfolded his arms. His jaw was tight. He stared out into space.

I don't know if you caught this story. On Thursday, a Northwest plane full of New York Giants fans was forced to make an emergency landing. Why? Because the fans were getting too rowdy.It's true. The plane was going from New York to Los Angeles, where the Giants play the Rams on Sunday. And being typical New Yorkers, these people got on the plane, sat down, and said, "Stewardess, get me a drink. Now."

Now, let me get this straight. On Sunday, Andre Ware isn't important enough to dress in uniform. And on Wednesday, ...

A letter arrived not too long ago from Operation Desert Shield in Saudi Arabia. It was written by a soldier named ...

One by one they pushed the door open and reacquainted themselves with destiny. Joe Dumars, as usual, was first man in. He took a seat by his locker, with his trademark can of Coke, and his trademark disc player and headphones. He had his trademark book, a novel. At his feet, as usual, sat two of the young Pistons ball boys. They were opening his mail."Somebody wants you to test-drive drive a Rolls-Royce," said one, reading the invitation."A Rolls-Royce?" said Dumars, not looking up.'Yeah. 'We want you to experience the luxury of our . . . um . . . ' "

JUNE 15, 1991 -- "Welcome back, everybody. It's halftime here at Game 7 of the NBA Finals between the Detroit ...