Whatever madness has overcome our athletes, let's hope it's permanent. In the worst of times they've suddenly been at their best, helping in soup lines, lugging water bottles, visiting hospitals. It's so nice to see them at blood drives, fund-raisers and free autograph sessions instead of at Gold Club arraignments. Keep it up, fellas, and we're going to have to see some I.D,
Let's hope Michael Jordan brings the goose bumps with him again. And this time, may he bring his social conscience. He's been invisible through all this. Right now people are depressed, out of work and skittish. This comeback is no longer just about him. It's about the joy and unity he can bring. We need him out front, leading and unafraid.
Let's hope everybody starts pulling hard for Army, Air Force and Navy. They've got a huge road game coming up.
Let's hope we all go out to the ballyards more than ever. Yeah, our fanny packs will be checked and the bomb dogs will smell us, and there will be no-fly zones above stadiums, but don't be intimidated. The ballyards are America's stage now.
Somewhere, in some little bunker, the phlegmwad that started all this will be turning on his little TV, wanting to see a country full of smoke and rubble and tears. Let's give him packed stadiums full of cheers and hugs and song.
Then let's find the son of a bitch and run the Grambling band over him a few thousand times.