Today it seems Red Wings fans lose the talents of Nick Lidstrom. Hockey "experts" can debate where he ranks all time, but it clearly is somewhere in the top 10 for all players and top 3 for defensemen. So now we receive the quasi-official good bye article from none other than Mitch. I suppose he's earned the right, but it drives me ape shit every time he is appointed chronicler of sport, especially in Detroit. Ernie and Sparky die...here's Mitch. McCarty kicks the shit out of Claude....here's Mitch. Cabby waves a scotch bottle..here's Mitch. He's hardly even a sports writer given his emphasis on where he himself fits in today's society. Where the hell is Joe Falls (the guy who wrote the first book with Bo)?
"Rodrick Williams Jr.'s 10-month old, 2-foot-long savannah monitor named "Kill" gets the RB some strange looks when they go for walks together."