Because of gems like this one:
1500: Reactionary Wing fans (that’s us, bitches) woke up this morning ready to hunt domestic pets and set neighborhood fires.
And this one:
1905: Tigers and White Sox. Leyland’s starting a character from Pinnochio. By the time that game starts you, me and the Tigers will know if they need a win to clinch the Central or to avoid a tie. And let me tell you this, a tie going into Sunday will not bode well for domestic bliss in my house. I’m throwing that out there right now.
This day could go down as one of the absolute drunkest in the state’s glorious history of watching our sporting events while shotgunning huge quantities of cheap, warm beer. Consider our forefathers. Our uncles and dads who set the standard for all of us. What would they do on a day like today? What would my Uncle Duke do? I’ll tell you...he’d be drinking by now, pacing, looking for a fight. Prowling the neighborhood if he had to, hunting down anyone wearing green.
And for that hilarious glossary. If you haven't checked it out before, it is a must read.
Wings at 3 today, will be traveling back to Grand Rapids to meet the girl's parents, so will be listening to it on the radio.
One note from a deep digger:
ERICSSON HURT: Jonathan Ericsson was hit on the back of his left ankle in the first period; he'd scored a goal in 4:06 of play. Ericsson skated a few circles to test his ankle in a second-period time-out, but couldn't go. "He couldn't put any weight on it, couldn't handle anything," Babcock said. "So we'll see."
Ericsson anchors the third pairing and kills penalties, and his absence necessitated Brian Rafalski and Stuart clearing 25 minutes.
Derek Meech is expected to play today.
Injuries already? Great...