Land of Cleve

Somehow I manage to survive Canada and after a 6 hour coma of a bus ride I find myself back in Detroit. My readers will remember that Detroit was where I instantly became a Globetrotter legend by getting thrown in a police car the first week of tour. Detroit flew by this time with no incarcerations or beatings and soon thereafter I was back in Cleveland on what turned out to be opening day for the Indians. With a few hours to kill I hit the streets, which were jam packed with drunk yahoos making their way towards the stadium. The boys and I post up at a Vietnamese spot on the main strip and enjoy $2 beers while these loyal fans denigrate themselves and their city with their booze-fueled Shenanigans.

Due to a miscommunication, another photographer from the company was sent to Cleveland for that night's game. He was happy to help, which to me meant that he would be happy to do all the work for me that day so I stuck him with it. While he was uploading photos, I was able to venture out in the town for some cold refreshments.

One quick side note, Lebron's kids were at the game with their nanny and I am going to go ahead and say that they are some little punks who must be reined in or they are sure to join the ranks of such wealthy little bastards as Paris Hilton or Nicole Ritchie. Seriously, these kids would not listen, didn't care about anything, while everyone kissed their asses all day and told them how great they were. Utterly ridiculous, but not their faults, surely the blame lies on the nanny and those around which allow these menaces to get away with highway robbery. What can you do, their father is a living god of basketball and they are heroes in the city. I can't help but wonder what would happen to me if I spank Lebron's kids and teach them some much needed discipline.