FLINT, Mich. -- So I'm sitting in this little pub off I-75 last night, enjoying a coldie and watching LeBron go down in Boston, and one of the locals asked, because I wasn't one, what I was doing in town.
I told them. And among the, oh, six or seven locals at the bar, not a single one was even aware the hometown hockey team was playing in the Turner Cup finals. They were all clueless.
Which might be a small clue as to why professional hockey is on life support here in Flint.