By Eric Emery
Last Sunday, I traveled to Detroit to watch my beloved Steelers battle the Lions. My friend Al was along for the ride as well. As the best man for my wedding, Al, a practicing Jew, did not know what to do with the wafer given to him by the priest. So he did the religiously respectful thing: he put it in the pocket of his rented tux. On tape. To the horror of my very Italian mother-in-law.
Even though nobody really wins when they go to Detroit, having Al along was sure to make the best of a bad situation. A travelogue:
* Good idea, travel to see your team. Bad idea: Have a spell of insomnia; take Benadryl partly to rid myself of the itchy results of a food allergy and partly to be sleepy. At 2:30 a.m.
* I hate the fact it’s 5:20 a.m., I’m driving to Detroit, I’m groggy from the Benadryl, and I’m probably going to make the news on WBBM for the traffic delay on the Tri-State at 6 a.m. At least I’m not itchy.
* I make it to Homewood to pick up Al. He’s driving, I’m sleeping.
* Al announces that we’re through Indiana. It’s only good news if you’re traveling west. We are traveling northeast.
* Neither Al nor I are economists, but based on our knowledge of Michigan and the highway advertisements, we’ve determined that Michigan’s two biggest industries are automobile manufacturing and “spas.” Our favorite: Tokyo Health Spa. It’s open until 2 a.m.
Posted on October 15, 2009