It WAS, however, the night the Red Wings decided to win the Stanley Cup, so everyone and their mother was driving around honking their horns at all hours of the night/morning... thus fueling my hatred for hockey.
Having admitted my hatred of hockey, I'm pretty sure it's only a matter of time before someone in greater Detroit (the area affectionately referred to as Hockeytown) hunts me down and strings me up for blasphemy.
And, as I'm writing this, I'm remembering that a large portion of my extended family are also professed lovers of Sabers hockey... oops.
To clarify - I did go to a U of M hockey game that was actually quite fun. I also think that hockey players are awesome skaters, and I've always been jealous of that spray-ice-everywhere brake they can do. But put me in front of a game on television, and it's only a matter of time before I'm banging my head against the wall.
Am I alone in this?