THE NHL'S outdoor game is fast becoming one of each year's must-see sporting events. Why haven't other sports followed hockey's lead and staged a game in an old-school venue? A few suggestions.
Have the Yankees and Mets play on Flatbush Avenue using broomsticks and spaldeens. Whoever's ahead at dinnertime is the winner.
Venice Beach, Lakers (shirts) against Celtics (skins). Cavs get the winners, provided LeBron is the first to call "next."
Each driver gets $15,000 to buy a plain old sedan from the local dealership, then has to haul a load of moonshine from a still in the hills to a speakeasy in Level Cross. Getting pulled over by the law at any point is an automatic DQ.
No more roping off the streets so 25,000 people can run unbothered and be handed Gatorade every mile. Do it like they did it in the old days: Runners have to dodge angry drivers and are rewarded at the finish line with a hearty bowl of beef stew.
Hit the Road, Self
LAST SATURDAY, I asked Matt Millen, who was let go as the Lion's President in the midst of the team's 0--16 season (page 56), if he would have fired himself. "Yeah, I would have," he said. "Probably not this year, until after the season. Because when you start having change in an organization, it filters down to the locker room, and that's a tough position for [a coach] to be in."
Read My Lips
WATCHING THE Cardinals beat the Falcons, I was struck by how quickly Arizona's defensive linemen got off the ball. Arizona defensive end Bertrand Berry explained why: Atlanta quarterback Matt Ryan was using the same snap count—one—on every play. So when Ryan said, "Set," Berry and his linemates knew that the snap would come on the next sound. And they got even better jumps by watching Ryan's mouth and taking off as soon as his lips started to move. "You have to be a great lip-reader to be a defensive lineman," Berry said.