It feels good to be a Detroiter

Today is the day after. We have had all-Star festivities for the better part of a week. National media, fans, celebrities, and sports dignitaries from all over came to Detroit. They sampled our food, wine, and women. They came hesitantly, questioned whether Detroit could "put on a show," and openly mocked us as unsophisticated.

I hope they left with a better appreciation of the breadth of our entertainment venues, the diversity of our community, and our knowledge and support of our sports teams. I hope they recognize that fans who booed Kenny Rogers did so out of respect for the game, and not because we are (in the words of Tom Looney from BDSSP), brutes.

I am proud today to say I am a native metro Detroiter. I am proud of my fellow metro Detroiters. We know, even if we never get national respect (or if it comes grudgingly), that we are the greatest sports town in America (so says Page 2's Jason Whitlock). Yes, blue collar Detroit is the greatest, and that is because we celebrate the Travis's of the world and not just the Ted Williams's (for the uninformed, read about who broke up a potential game ending DP to allow Williams to come to bat to hit the game-winning HR) .