By Jesse Marx
By Chris Parker
By Jake Rossen
By Jesse Marx
By Michelle LeBow
By Alleen Brown
By Maggie LaMaack
By CP Staff
Craig Cox, July 1, 1987
It was just crazy how 200,000 people could party away with the police waving Homer Hankies. No DWIs and no arrests by our blue knights. Fine fellows all!...I saw a burly construction worker hug a thin fellow in a Brooks Brothers suit. I saw professional women giddily blocking three lanes of traffic with a staggering human pyramid, and I even saw a man dance with his wife. Right here in our Twin Cities.
Mike O'Neill, November 4, 1987
"You know," Gaetti explains, "there's that kind of tension when you're sitting next to somebody and they use Jesus' name vainly and it's something really precious to you. They feel weird about what naturally came out of their mouth, and I feel pretty offended by their comment even though I'd said it many times before. That's just part of the change that's taken place in my life."
Ann Bauleke, April 3, 1991
A couple of hours after Larkin's Series-winning hit, the locker room is calm. Tom Kelly Jr. distributes green, foot-long cigars from a wooden box. Smoke hangs in the air while Greg Gagne gauges the consequences of lighting up. "If I smoke it," he says, "my wife won't kiss me tonight."...Shane Mack slides into a chair opposite Puckett and meekly asks, "One more year?" Puckett knows exactly what Mack is suggesting. His response is at once definitive and playful. "No," Puckett says, busying himself in his locker. "You've been under my wing for two years now. Like when I was a kid, my dad said, 'I want you to grow up to be a man.'"
Ann Bauleke, November 6, 1991
If [pitcher] Willie Banks wasn't exactly nurtured by the Twins, his trials were tame stuff compared to what he'd already seen....At an early age he saw crime, even murder, on the streets. Life wasn't much safer inside his home: He was a toddler sitting on his cousin's lap when her husband shot her in the head. Banks still remembers the gun in the man's hand, the look in his eyes, the cops arriving to take him away.
Ann Bauleke, September 1, 1993
Hrbek stands. On the seat of his underwear he has personally printed, in permanent orange, the phrase "New Gas Tank Holder."..."I haven't been feeling good," he continues, "but I'm not thinking about committing suicide or anything....It's been the same old thing the last four or five years. I don't wake up in the morning and run around the block. I never did. But I could have. Now I have trouble getting up to take a piss."
Ann Bauleke, July 27, 1994
Haskins has to worry about keeping his job through the hard times, then worry about keeping his ethics when the good times roll....Fans are patient when they've got no choice, you know; if you can't out-play Iowa, out-character them. But when you've finally got the horses, it's damn tough to see the students under the saddles.
Jack Armstrong, December 2, 1987
How else do we explain the so aptly named Golden Gophers? This is a team that gives no fewer than nine young men a chance to have an impact on the outcome of the game. Eight of those nine (the exception being guard Bobby Jackson) cannot be counted upon to play even two or three good games in a row. And yet, as rife as they are with individual inconsistency, the Gophers have won 31 out of 34 games, and stand just two victories away from a national championship.
Britt Robson, March 26, 1997
The Gopher basketball program will generate something in the range of four million dollars over the next four years, Haskins notes. "Add all that up and you tell me the U shouldn't be committed to pay [the players] an income of eight to ten dollars an hour," he says.
Craig Cox, July 6, 1988
By finding that the former head of the U's office of minority affairs did not need the approval of Paul Giel or Frank Wilderson (or Lou Holtz) to give away several thousand U of M dollars to football players who needed new cars, the jury implied that only Darville was crooked. The whizzes who pretended to be his superiors, on the other hand, were simply honest, upright citizens who didn't have a clue about what was going on.
Craig Cox, November 22, 1989
By the time I'm inside Lambeau Field, I've been handed a Packer refrigerator magnet, a Packer pocket schedule, and a Packer merchandise brochure. It comes as no surprise that the pay phone booths resemble oversized Packer helmets.
Dan Heilman, September 5, 1990
At this point in my career, the limitations put on me in the workplace, compared with my male colleagues, are absurd to say the least. Earlier this year a radio producer, wearing a season pass on a neck chain, told me he shows up for batting practice a couple of times a season to score a free meal. Plus, he said, "Being around the players is such a lark." But if clubhouse access were the real issue, I would not also be prohibited from the press dining room and the press box. They still issue me a field pass day-by-day instead of a season pass. They still can't understand why I "need to be there all the time." It's a puzzle wrought with innuendo. Under ordinary circumstances, the desire to put in time on a job is considered dedication, commitment. But since they can't fathom that I'm serious about my work, I must be there on the make.