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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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930903
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Friday, September 03, 1993
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METRO EDITION
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO CHASER EDITION, Page 1D
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Copyright (c) 1993, Detroit Free Press
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MY SUMMER LESSON: LEARN HOW TO STALL
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Hmm.

  Let's see if I rmlr..remeb..remember
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  ...wait a sec.
  "First press 'log on' button."
  Ahhhhhhhh...

 

 
 

  Well now. Back to work. They say absence  makes the heart grow fonder. They
also say college gets you a good job. So they are on drugs, I guess.
  But I will say this: sitting on the sidelines all summer has made me a
much smarter sports  columnist.
  I have been right about everything.
  Why, take for example, this whole Lomas Brown contract story. When Lomas
threatened to miss the Lions' opener, I was inclined, like most journalists,
to grab my typewriter, bang out an angry column about spoiled athletes and
penny-pinching executives and the tragedy of a nice fellow turned no-show over
money.
  But since I was on leave, and, therefore,  extremely busy sleeping most of
the day, I said nothing.
  And Lomas returned.
  And I was right -- for having said nothing.
  Same thing happened with the Tigers. When they jumped ahead of  everyone
early in the summer, I was inclined to grab my pen and write "Isn't this
great? They're going to shock the world!" Of course, I've forgotten how to use
a pen, since it doesn't have a "log on"  button. And besides, the Tigers then
went down the toilet, so I was glad I didn't write that first one, 'cause what
I really felt like writing was, "Aha! Just as we predicted! The Tigers are
awful. We  should cover them with a blanket and pretend they're a futon!"
  Some writers wrote that.
  I was too busy, looking for my pillow.
  And then the Tigers got hot.
  And I was right -- for  having said nothing.
  Today, if I had to write anything about the Tigers, it would almost
certainly be one word. This is the word: "Huh?"
  See how smart I've gotten?
  And so succinct!
  Of course, it took a whole summer of terribly grueling sitting-in-a-chair
to become this intelligent. And I was lucky. In our ratings grabbing, radio
talk-show society, few of us have the time to sit  around and say nothing.
We're too busy telling someone to shut up. 
  By locking myself away in a little room -- ostensibly to write a book -- I
reached the higher plane of sports journalism, where  you look at things
through wiser eyes, think deeper thoughts, and finally, after many, many
beverages, come to the ultimate conclusion: "Well, gee, I dunno . . ."
  I now see the wisdom of this response.
  I could have used it all summer.
  Take, for example, the day before Greg Norman won the British Open. My
boss, bless his frantic soul, would have cornered me and said, "Now's the
perfect time to  write that 'GREG WILL CHOKE AGAIN!' column."
  "Well, gee, I dunno . . ." I'd have said.
  And the next day, Norman won.
  So I was right.
  A month later, here comes Norman, at the PGA, and  he's on top of the
leader board. And you can hear my boss, his teeth chattering in excitement --
he likes golf, what can I tell you? -- "Now's the perfect time to write that
'NORMAN NEVER CHOKES ANYMORE'  column! The perfect time!"
  "Um, well, I dunno . . ."
  And Norman chokes.
  And I'm right again.
  This is really something. I mean, it's a whole new discovery. Just sit
back, and say nothing.  I am thinking about teaching journalism class in this
subject, and calling it, "The Wisdom of Stalling." 
  Just to show you how this works, let's stop for a moment, here on Labor Day
weekend, to look  back at a few things that got us really worked up over the
summer. For example:
  The Lions' quarterback situation. Correct me if I'm wrong here. Wayne
Fontes began the summer saying Rodney Peete was the No. 1 quarterback. And he
ended the summer saying Rodney Peete was the No. 1 quarterback. And in between
about 23,752 pages of commentary were written over who should be the No. 1
quarterback and  people drove off the road calling talk shows on their car
phones to argue over what is Wayne Fontes doing and blah, blah, blah, and
really, let's be honest here, the only question worth asking was this:  Why
are we paying attention to anything Wayne Fontes says?
  End of discussion.
  So the point is, it is possible to slap out a column the minute something
happens, and take your chances on being right. Or wait a few days and write a
much smarter one. Or wait a few weeks and be truly brilliant.
  I am thinking of going beyond that. After sitting out all summer, and
doing all that hard core  sleeping, I am thinking of becoming a new voice of
reason. I am thinking of thinking, for long periods of time. 
  I am thinking of asking my boss for another leave of absence.
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