All-Star Moment.
There are times when my pride in the city of Detroit is untarnished. The cheer for the playing of God Save The Queen at MLB's All-Star Game was one of those times.
Good job, Motown.
And the loud booing of consummate jerk Kenny Rogers was almost as good.
And Beantowners, look up for a moment: Bonderman should have been on the roster, Francona, not Clement. I know, peace in the locker room and all that. Maybe you should have twisted some arms to get Rogers to stay home, at the very least.
Weird feeling: the B-2 Stealth bomber flew over our neighborhood three times during the festivities. Was that some kind of hint?
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