A National Sportscasters and Sportswriters Association Hall of Famer, Red Smith Award winner Mitch Albom has written a syndicated column for the Detroit Free Press since 1985, archived here exclusively, free of charge. He also periodically writes for national magazines and other press outlets.

He also writes a newsletter, “Life at the Orphanage” from Have Faith Haiti, and hosts the weekly podcast, Tuesday People. He formery hosted the The Sports Reporters podcast with Mike Lupica and Bob Ryan.

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Mitch's first column

Give me a Sporting Chance, and I’ll Give it Right Back

AUG 8, 1985

Let’s start with an old joke.

On a plane trip home after a football game, Buck Buchanan, a massive lineman for the Kansas City Chiefs, was sitting next to a sports writer. Buck had the aisle seat. The sports writer was by the window.

Dinner came, and they ate. Soon Buck fell asleep…

Life at the Orphanage

Tuesday People Podcast

The Sports Reporters Podcast

(on hiatus)

USA Today

Mitch Albom is nationally known sportswriter; columnist for the Detroit Free Press; author of Tuesdays With Morrie, The Five People you Meet in Heaven and other best-selling books; TV and radio personality; and philanthropist. For the past five years, he has been working to help children orphaned after a devastating earthquake that struck Haiti on Jan. 12, 2010. He writes about that effort here.

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