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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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901104
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Sunday, November 04, 1990
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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SOLDIER, YOU CAN BET SPORTS STILL STRANGE
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A letter arrived not too long ago from Operation Desert Shield in Saudi
Arabia. It was written by a soldier named Tim Campbell, who is from here, but
over there. This is part of the letter:

  " . . . Moving on, I would like to address Mitch Albom. Being an avid
football fan, I was most upset by being sent here this time of year. What? No
television? No newspaper? No ESPN! . . . 

  "Well,  Mr. Albom, you are my only link. I've heard the Lions lost to
Tampa. HOW? I've also heard that a certain Irish team has been squeaking out
victories against the Big 10 powerhouses. HOW? . . . 
  "Please.  You are my only hope. Let me know what the heck is going on, and
I'll buy you a hot dog and a beer at the Super Bowl."
  Well, Tim.  Seeing as I would do pretty much anything for a hot dog, here
goes:
  The world of sports was a strange and wonderful place when you left it.
But now it has changed. Now it is truly weird. How else would you describe an
autumn in which Michigan was ranked as the No. 1 football team in the country,
Bill Laimbeer was the cover boy for Sports Illustrated, George Steinbrenner
hosted "Saturday Night Live" and George Foreman -- who, I believe, rents an
apartment at Burger  King -- is now considered a more worthy heavyweight
championship foe than Mike Tyson?
  Oh. Did you hear about the five naked football players and the female
sports writer?
  This is the kind of  stuff you've been missing, Tim, and I want to catch
you and your fellow soldiers up on everything. 
  Try not to laugh, OK?
Sweep, yes. By Oakland, no 
  Let's begin with baseball. You must have  heard that Oakland, the
defending world champions, the greatest hitting team on the planet, the top
pitchers in the universe, you must have heard they were playing the Cincinnati
Reds in the World Series,  right? Tim. Buddy. You didn't bet on this thing,
did you? If you did, skip the next paragraph.
  Cincinnati won. In four straight.
  Like I said, pretty weird.
  Let me tell you about the heavyweight  championship of the world. It
changed hands. Buster Douglas carried it into the ring, along with a bag of
French fries. Evander Holyfield carried it out. Buster wore a sign taped to
his chin that said "Hit me." One punch.  Down he went. The last thing he said
was "extra cheese, please." I hope they don't use Buster in any of your
training films.
  Did I tell you that Bill Laimbeer and Isiah Thomas  are into plastics?
Yup.  Laimbeer now wears a plastic mask to protect a fractured cheekbone.
Isiah wears plastic goggles to protect a torn tear duct.  The Pistons played
their season opener the other  night; it was like watching an episode of "The
Lone Ranger." 
  By the way, they won.
  Some things never change. Thank God.
Lions, too, are still the same  
  Let's see. You say you're a football  fan.  Well, I can tell you how the
Lions beat the Minnesota Vikings, and you'll probably be impressed, since,
when you left, the Vikings were still considered football players. 
  Yes, the Lions lost  to Tampa Bay. Not once. Twice. But they did beat the
New Orleans Saints. Of course, when you left, the Saints were still considered
football players.
  You'll be happy to know that Bo Jackson is back  in a football uniform,
having just completed baseball season, the Olympic bobsled trials, the World
Chess Championship and the lariat toss. Joe Montana hasn't lost a game yet
this season. Lawrence Taylor  was just accused by Howard Cosell of keeping
vials of drug-free urine around in case he got tested again. Taylor, not
Cosell.
  So as you see, things are pretty normal.
  College sports remain  a great mystery. Notre Dame was ranked No. 1 in the
country until it lost to unranked Stanford. Michigan then took over as No. 1
and said "Omigosh, we're No 1! What do we do now?" And U-M lost, the next
week, to Michigan State. 
  Today, Virginia is No. 1, mostly because the pollsters can't think of
anyone else.
  And that pretty much brings you up to date, except for Jack Morris wanting
more money  and Atlanta getting the Olympics and this kid Sergei Fedorov, the
best import since Godiva chocolate. But that's another column.
  Tim, we've received a lot of letters like yours. They all want to  know
what's going on.  They also usually end as yours did: "Please tell my family
and friends hello and I love them."
  Consider it done. Stay strong. Godspeed. And remember, when the World
Series gets over there?
  Bet on the Reds.
  Mitch Albom will sign copies of his new book, "Live Albom II," at 7:15
p.m. Monday at Book People in West Bloomfield and 7:30 p.m. Wednesday at Book
Stall  on the Main in Northville.
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