Detroit Free Press

I used to know where Maurice Cheeks lived. I knew because he lived in the same Philadelphia apartment building as ...

Good morning, New York, and how are we feeling toda --Ooh, sorry. Are we talking too loud? Bad headache, huh? Here. Try some of these aspirin. It was a nasty fall you took last night. All the way from the clouds to the pits. Lie back, and we'll try to explain what happened.

Forget it. This series is over. I don't mean to sound cocky, but the Pistons can't lose, not now, not since the ...

On the one hand, I really don't want to write this column. It's a pretty foolish issue. On the other hand, sometimes foolish issues grow into serious ones, and it's best to nip them in the bud.First, let me say I like Sparky Anderson. I always have. He's a bona fide legend in baseball, even if the Tigers lose the rest of their games this season, which we are praying very hard won't happen.

The letters began coming a few weeks ago. They were small. Very small. I'd say they were small enough to fit inside a comic book panel.The return address read: "Riverdale, USA."There was no stamp."Please help us,' the first letter said. "Tell them it's not true." (signed) Betty.I had to use a magnifying glass to read it. The second one was much the same."It's not us." (signed) Jughead. Then came the third one."Give us a break. That guy doesn't even look like me. How are the chicks up there?" (signed) Reggie.

Hell is over for Chuck Long. He goes free now. The golden boy with the quarterback savvy who four years ago was ...

INDIANAPOLIS -- So there was Chuck Daly, standing in the hallway before the game, and a little kid in a Pacers ...

We lost a great man this week. He died in a hospital bed in Philadelphia. Few people noticed, because he didn't have a hit TV show or a People magazine cover. You make your living playing jazz saxophone in America, you don't expect a big funeral.