  Many of you may be aware, but last night the Detroit Pistons came from behind to beat the Indiana Pacers and advance to the NBA finals for the first time since 1990.
I watched the game from the cozy, quiet Grizzly 'Best Beer in Ann Arbor' Peak. Who knew a restaurant could have a middle name? After standing around Scorekeepers and the Arena for the first half sans table or drinks, Angeline, Courtney, Rene, Christine, and I moved to more pleasant surroundings. It was great. Free tables abounded and the atmosphere was amenable to chatting while watching.
I recommend that everyone continues to not go there. My favorite non-basketball highlight of the game was when I saw some guy in the stands wearing a Rip Hamilton broken-nose protection mask. Or maybe it was when some guy was holding the "It's Time..." sign. Ostensibly, the sign referred to the fact that the 'Stons haven't been to the finals since '90, but the seriousness of his expression suggested he was after something much more.
For all I know, he could have been saying, "It's time...to pull out of Iraq. " Perhaps not the proper venue, but you never know. Regardless, Go Stons! They'll probably lose in 5 to LA. In other news, my brother graduates today from Huron HS and I might play golf (for the first time this year...it's freakin June) with Nemo and his coworker tomorrow. Peace out. 
