I think of Detroit, and I think of one thing: that scene in Out of Sight where, driving into the city, George Clooney and Ving Rhames drive through town to the tune of the Isley Brother’s Fight the Power when they see a statue of a gigantic fist. It’s huge, made of steel, and intimidating as hell ... much like the city itself and the athletes who’ve patrolled its arenas.
SB Nation Detroit Debuts, And Is Instantly Harder Than You’ll Ever Be
↵SB Nation Detroit is online and standing there just wishing you would say something bad about Alan Trammell or Lou Whitaker, or heaven forbid both. Just say that Bob Probert didn’t earn a penalty minute. Argue that Dick “Night Train” Layne didn’t have the finest nickname in sports ever. Suggest -- IF YOU DARE -- that Bill Laimbeer couldn’t win a fight with 500 angry kindergarteners.
↵All these assertions are false, and will be disproved by Sean Yuille of Pride of Detroit and his small army of Motor City’s finest bloggers and fans.
↵Now, to the important question about Detroit’s most iron-fisted athletes of all, which is actually a trick because each is so tough that when compared to others they just become infinitely tougher into infinity.
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