The two biggest Wings fans in our crew of twelve had to leave the game early on Sunday. Tony had hockey (missed the OT win); and for some reason I thought Wu Tang would go on within three hours of doors opening at Congress (end of the second period).
Most of the Clan showed up - Method Man stole the show.

We sat on the VT side and most of the crowd was very polite. Even through the ugly win - both sides knew who probably wins that game most times.
We amped up pre-game with some crawfish and shrimp, and them some MacDogs.
The drive from Memphis to New Orleans has been the most pleasant leg. More trees and terrain and cattle. Google Maps led us around country backroads in search of places with names like "High Rollers Grill" for football watching and lunch. Sadly we ended up at Buffalo Wild Wings (high rollers doesn't open until 4p, fyi).
We didn't spend a lot of time in Memphis area. But here are some songs.
St Louis is not beautiful this time of the year. Nor is the drive: almost exclusively bare plots of farmland with the rare windmill. But she does host a few nice casinos in the downtown area, the Gateway Arch looks cool, and Pujols plays here.
Today's drive is to Memphis. And tomorrow's New Orleans.
Here's some St Louis songs. There weren't a ton to choose from.
No shooting on Sunday due to rain. But we did get some low quality golf in, and some chicken-steak-veggie grilling. And Pat's potatoes.

Tigers slight favorites tonight in Oakland. Aiming for thirteen.
To celebrate their first 12 game winning streak since 1934, Tony and Blair made dark chocolate pasta with whipped cream and rasberries for dinner. It ate like a dessert.
Jeremy has been regularly covering the Lions. Now at Detroit OnLion. Check him out.

Saturday's party hosted by The Chad and Co. featured two half barrels and approximately four gallons of liquor. One hundred and sixty five drinks per keg and around sixty per gallon puts us at 570 drinks. An estimated one hundred partygoers equals around five and a half drinks a person.
The second-lowest-level of old-man hockey Finals were held yesterday. The stands were fifteen percent full (packed); Joel did his best to keep it a close game. After a perhaps slightly faulty scorekeeping record of my total points (which would become the MVP award) and a successful penalty shot we closed out Third Rail 8-7.
Learning: any champaign tastes great after a Championship win. Shaken and sprayed aggressively will leave you with only about 20% of the bottle remaining for consumption.
Tina found that the Lakeshore Theater should become a Laugh Factory in the near future. On Chicagoist.
Harry Moroz did his finest standup work last Sunday in Ann Arbor. Here's proof:
Michigan basketball, a team of multiple Zuckerberg doppelgangers, has fallen. Making it further than MSU used to be enough; but now the Spartans are pretty awful. On to MLB. Expected wins for a few selected teams, not in a particular order:
Michigan had not beaten MSU in basketball nor football in 1,182 days. And not a win at the Breslin in basketball since 1997. Boom.
I follow Harry on Twitter. It's fresh. http://twitter.com/harrysaysshit.
At the Big House it used to be: "Now where better at everything!" a few years ago. Saturday it was: "At least we have hockey!"

Vegas worked. Poker winnings less the backing wasn't enough to cover the trip expenses and the table game losses. MGM: good. NYNY: good. Circus Circus: awful.
