It’s well documented that Bag Boy is no Detroit fan, and his in-game instant messages to RedEye confirmed exactly that.
1st quarter
– Pistons up 10-5. Look at those smug fans. Hey fellas, how about those Red Wings?
– Ben Wallace should be a Bull. He really, really should be a Bull.
– Four points for Dwyane Wade. Four points. Hollywood, get kickin’.
2nd quarter
– Pistons up 33-24. Dear Heat: STICK SOMEBODY!
– Just clicked away. It’s Indians 3, Sox 0. It hurts like Windex in my eyes.
– Heat make a run but can’t tie it. Why, why, why am I watching this?
3rd quarter
– I showered at halftime to break this jinx. Cubs trail 2-0. No luck.
– Just had a Bill Laimbeer-throws-an-elbow flashback. Some wounds never heal.
– Pistons up 71-63. I may skip the fourth and just push my couch through a window.
4th quarter
– OK, I’m back. Haven’t cried like that since, well, Game 2 last Thursday.
– TV just said Miami is 6-of-18 on free throws. Huh, thought my screaming would help.
– Another standing ovation in Detroit. Ugh. The Pistons … must … lose … Game 6.
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