Eric Thomas spent most of his career in Flint working as a rock radio DJ and dodging various gunfire before spending two years in Detroit back in the Free FM Days.
Since then, Eric has spent a lot of time doing the “radio traveling” thing. Spending some time in upstate New York before moving to Washington DC for two years.
A lifelong sports fan, Eric is very happy to be back home in Detroit and on The Ticket.
They tested the water to make sure it was safe. They picked up trash from the sidewalk. Along the way, they were made a promise of security and safety in return for that service. They fulfilled their end of the bargain. We haven’t fulfilled ours.
The Lions are now firmly in control. They’ll likely win the division. If they can keep the heat up on the defensive line, they could win a playoff game.
By trading Price Fielder to the Rangers for Ian Kinsler, Dave Dombrowski pulled a rabbit out of a hat. More than that.
The “Knockout” game has all the hallmarks of a classic urban myth with random violence, several involved states, innocent victims, and those darn kids.
Feel that Spartans? The sudden shift of weight, the uneasy rocking of the planks beneath your feet, does it feel familiar? That’s the rush of people hopping on the bandwagon.
Many Tigers fans are stomping their feet and crying, holding their breath until they get their way.
The Lions are in the driver’s seat in the NFC North—and they have the talent to get it done.
What a beat down. The Michigan State defense was superb—they held Michigan without a touchdown in the Battle for the Paul Bunyan trophy and virtually guaranteeing them a second spot in the Big Ten Championship game.
There’s a curious anger directed at Matt Stafford, difficult for many of us to understand who’ve spent every Sunday of our natural lives watching the Lions, clutched in the kind of tension and nausea that’s normally associated with Montezuma’s Revenge.
The suggested names to replace Jim Leyland are coming fast. For the people who crossed their fingers with reptilian excitement to the point where their phones auto complete “Fire Leyland” at the touch of the letter F–they seem stunned.