OK, it was a little too close for comfort for this neurotic Pistons fan, but I'll take last night's Game 6 victory. See you tomorrow from the Palace. And no more speaking of ill of 'Sheed. I promise.
I am a bookish, neurotic type. Clinically anxious, musically inclined. I love jazz and sport and scotch and modern art and satellite radio and the people close to me (more than those other things). I have multiple versions of the same shirt and would sell my soul (well, figuratively) for a Karman Ghia. Sushi, a hoppy IPA, and an old Woody Allen movie in the DVD player or Thelonious Monk on the stereo and I'm in my happy place.
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