Poetry.  Matt, just poetry.

The Lions can’t ever catch a break

The only advantage of being a Lions fan is you know you’ll always be one of the first 3 or 4 teams in WYTS.

I stand for the anthem at sporting events, and I sing along. No one forces me to (keep reading). I think it’s a good tradition, and I enjoy doing it.

I’m a frequent business traveler. I fly with ear buds in, or headphones on.

So you’re saying you deny the Lions their four NFL championships?  Why, take those away, and people with think our team sucks!!!!

My barber dips the two (stick) halves of a broken cotton swab into liquid wax, then sets them in the notch between ear lobe and tragus. 20 seconds to set, and RIP. Ear hair problem solved.

There are few things more effective than the derisive familiar.

God bless Hattie B’s! And curse the Sounds and their ballpark, for their awful imitation they label Hot Chicken.

Mike, the owner, has two restaurants.  Tomatoes A’pizza.  One has a traditional pizza oven, the other coal-fired.  Both are Connecticut-style pizzas, and are worthy of being called Best in Michigan.

But the chef has a beard!!! And tattoos of knives on his forearms!!! That’s how you know these are artisan-crafted sandwiches that could only be created in Brooklyn.

Detroiter here, Nick, with a quick guide to our town.

Big Al’s Italian Beefs are in the Top Five US sandwiches.

Travelling to Philly for work, and, like a tourist, asked a local co-worker where to get the best cheesesteak. He gruffly told me cheesesteaks are for tourists, that real Philly residents go to Tony Luke’s for the roast pork with rabe and sharp prov.

“This animal was trapped in a cruel hell, owned by a divorced white guy from Livonia (ZMF, is that you?) that forced him to watch Lions games every Sunday (cue to a single tear forming in the corner of dog’s eye).”

John:

Like blaming Sync on “older drivers just not being comfortable without buttons”. Every time I speak a bit too quickly, and Sync start with “I didn’t get that. You can . . .” and starts it’s 30-second list of options, that you can’t interrupt, that you can’t disable, that you can’t talk over, I want to scream. What…

Weird. Our Fiesta hatchback was also totaled at a light.

Your precise description of Detroit freeways is awe-inspiring.

Went to see Silence of the Lambs, and was sitting pretty close to the screen. When they go to the full screen shot of Lecter in close-up, explaining his census taker meal to Clarice, you could feel the evil dripping off the screen.