“The brotherhood,” Lewis answered on a teleconference Thursday when asked what he will miss most about the game. “There is nothing greater than the brotherhood. It’s what I preach in my locker room. “What the hell was that?” Cal said, running his finger over the torn paper. “I’ve never shot like that in my life. That’s unholy.” Uncle Cal claimed credit for teaching her to shoot, but while Margo had felt his guidance, she had felt just as strongly the guidance of the gun itself.

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“As an old man, you take six days off and something’s going to give. I lost my legs a little bit, so it’s going to take me a couple of days to get them back.” Jordan, whose birthday is Monday, smiled at the foul call, then walked off to a prolonged standing ovation. He plopped on the floor and didn’t get up despite the crowd’s urging for a curtain call.

He needed a vision or a light at the end of his tunnel. He needed a reason of his own to reach that light, not yours. Perhaps you could have talked him into signing up for ROTC. His passion for collecting and enjoying expensive wine, as his daughter sees it, was obviously genuine, but also in keeping with the aristocratic, WASP ethos he came to live by. With some embarrassment, Anne Fadiman mentions the eight bathrooms in her childhood home, the uniformed cook who served their meals, vacations in Europe, the first class hotels the family stayed in, the private schools she and her brother attended and the Harvard education that followed. The Fadimans led the sort of leisured, cushioned existence one reads about in novels by Louis Auchincloss and Evelyn Waugh.