Cheer up Detroit

Cinetrix and I caught the part of the game where it all got sour. I'll share municipally with you what I offered individually to Our Girl by way of consolation: No one will ever really love or hate the Spurs, and not to be loved and hated is the worst curse that can be visited upon a sports franchise. Watching in a bar without sound, we were spared Al Michaels, and I could also tell by lip reading what the San Anttoes were saying:
"MELTED CHEESE! WE WANT MELTED CHEESE! FINISH THE GAME AND POUR NACHO CHEESE INTO US!"
What else do they have? The only noteworthy people I can think of to spend time in San Ant are Robert Johnson and George Gervin, and that was a while ago. Also, San Antonio did not invent techno music, and cannot claim The Electrifying Mojo as a son. Not good enough? Enjoy the image at left which is not safe at for the workplaces of jowly Texans, but fine in more liberal climes. Image is from the estimable Culiblog, which LaD hipped me to.

Comments

[JL]

Very disappointing to see Detroit lose. I happened to be there last year on a work trip while the bulk of the Finals were played and won. It reminded me so much of the feeling in Chicago a decade ago, I couldn't help but feel my lifelong antipathy to the Pistons melt. A little.