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.
The season begins now. You can forget all those January nights in Denver and Charlotte when you just want to get to the buzzer and get to the plane and get out of town. That is the opening act, the lube job. This is the real thing. Inside the Palace Thursday night, the minutes ticked down and the Pistons were ready. They marched through the tunnel, heads up, eyes glazed, like rock stars sucking in the last breath before they leap onstage.
"Everything we do is insane. It keeps us sane."-- Scott Hastings, philosopherSo where's the popcorn?""Huh?""The popcorn. Don't you know the rules?""Yeah. Any fan sitting in that seat has to buy us popcorn. And beer.""But . . . the game is going on!""We know that.""Wait a minute. . . . You guys eat during a game?""Of course.""When else?""Are you serious?""We're serious.""And we're hungry. Get going."
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.