Skip to main content

April in the "D"

April is one of the more fun months to be a sports fan, especially if your city is a four-sport city. (And it’s not like Detroit is my city, but the “D” in my DNA stands for “Detroit,” so intertwined is it to me.) So here come some absolutely half-assed and arbitrary opinions as to what our four sports should be doing this month:

Lions – Thankfully, the Jay Cutler trolley got off at Chicago instead of Detroit, because Detroit would have had to give up the farm to get him (only to have the shit sacked out of him by the fifth game). Since it looks like no one is interested in the albatross that is the first overall pick in the draft, the Lions will have to pull the trigger…on an offensive lineman. Now, the temptation will be to draft the big QB – and I’m not saying it wouldn’t work out, but see the above parenthetical – but you don’t hire a captain when the ship has gaping holes in the hull, so go safe, find a QB in the lower part of the draft (a proven mature winner like Pat White, perhaps?) and inch oh-so-slowly to some degree of respectability. Like three wins, maybe?

Pistons – I’m going long-view with this one when I say they should say “fuck the playoffs” and get into the lottery instead. (Of course, after tonight, it looks like they'll squeak by with the eighth spot.) Like almost no one else, I actually believed that Allen Iverson still had some skills left and would be able to sublimate his ego, and to the surprise of no one, I was wrong on both counts. And now he’s talking about retirement? I would release his ass immediately instead of putting him on the IR, let the young guards get more minutes (especially Aaron Afflalo, whom I still believe has solid potential), and target some young big men in the draft and through free agency. Their backcourt (1, 2, and 3) look set for half a decade, maybe more, but it’s the frontcourt (4 and 5) that is the weak link. If the cards fall the right way for the Pistons – and God knows they have before – they can position themselves for a nice ’09-’10 rebound.

Red Wings – I’m going short-view here and enjoying what will likely be the last championship season for a while, unless some heretofore unforeseen things materialize. They have some free agents up for contracts during the off-season, the goaltending is getting older, and while Hockeytown is willing, will the discontent of the working-class people of Detroit (many of whom are no longer working) rub off psychologically on the Wings? I hope not.

Tigers – They say that hope springs eternal, and every spring I have eternal hope that I might see the Tigers roar it up once again. And aside from ’06 and the first half of ‘07, when they took teams by surprise, it’s been some baffling underperformance for the better part of two decades. There are some things to like (the play of the Dominican contingent during the WBC, the addition-by-subtraction release of Gary Sheffield and Edger Renteria) and some things not to like (the instability of the pitching, including the continued ebb and flow of Justin Verlander’s performance). They look like they’re one veteran starter and veteran closer from being competitive in a tough division, but neither need was addressed, and so we roll the dice once again. My guess is that Jim Leyland says adios by the end of the season, if not sooner, and the Tigers finish in fourth.

Spartans – I’m not sure I can watch Monday night's game without my heart and guts exploding. Before Saturday, I thought that if they can neutralize Thabeet and Price – and for the most part they did – the Spartans could set up an interesting rematch with a UNC team that blew them out in the same building a few months ago. But a few months ago is an eternity, and Sparty is a different team (better) while UNC is essentially the same (cocky). Could it be a green and white Monday night in Detroit?

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

NBC -- Never Believe Contracts

Whatever side you're falling on in the recent NBC late-night "deck chairs on the Titanic " shuffle, you have to admit it's been good comedy for all parties involved. While Letterman and Craig Ferguson have been sharp (especially Letterman, who has been gleeful in his "I told you so" vitriol), the best bits have come from Leno and O'Brien. Evidence: It's hard to follow all the angles here, but two things are clear: NBC violated Leno's contract (guaranteeing the 10pm slot), and NBC didn't violate O'Brien's contract (which made no time slot guarantees). So it's not hard to see who the loser here will be. O'Brien won't get the show he wants, Leno will step into a hollow echo of his past success, and tens of millions of dollars will be up in the air. Only Jimmy Fallon will continue to gestate his talent relatively unmolested, and his security is merely a function of the low expectations of his time slot. Meanwhile, CBS (a

"The Silver Gun" by Robert Palmer (1983)

I mean...Urdu? Seriously, Urdu . On an already eclectic and worldly album -- Pride , from 1983 -- "The Silver Gun" closes a chapter in Robert Palmer's career by singing a song about a horse in a language spoken daily by over 100 million people. The liquid bass line and propulsive electronics set out a bedrock for Palmer to ping phrasings rather out of place in Western music, askew astride even the peripatetic minimalism of the rest of the record. Somehow, in the middle of Michigan's Appalachia, I had this on vinyl a few years before the CD era officially commenced. It was an album of effort -- even the cover, a pointillism-and-bronze work, had Palmer's head barely above the water -- but the stitches didn't show to my pre-adolescent eyes and ears. In a career marked by zigs and zags, Pride and "The Silver Gun" were most certainly Other, and for a kid that felt like he didn't belong much of anywhere, it was nice to have those discrete feeling

"I'll Drive You Home"

Upon reflection, I’ve had a fortunate life in the area of work. As a freshly minted teenager, I would visit Evergreen Park Grocery and dream of someday working there like my father did, and at the age of 14, I got $2/hour to live out that dream, such as it was. From there, I yearned to try other occupations, from record stores to teaching, and I’d be chuffed to tell Young Erick that both of those things happened in due course. ( Oh, and Young Erick, one of them got you to meet David Bowie, and one of them got you to own houses and cars, so I’ll let you ponder on which one was better. ) I even got to DJ a bit here and there, and while it never hit the heights of a professional radio gig, it was certainly better than the summer I played preset cassettes on my boom box for a nerd camp dance while my unrequited crush stayed in her room. What I never crossed off my professional life list was acting, either regular or voice, but while I still yearn for that big breakthrough -- seriously, ask