The Final Four Series: Part Two

So Machy and I woke up early the next morning after the PHBB and went to this place - The Northside Grill for a greasy filling breakfast before we departed for Detroit and the Final Four.
We sat at the table and sketched out our game plan: first we would look for Michael Jordan, then we would go to Ford Field and watch some basketball.

We drove to Detroit, parked the car, decided whether or not to bring our jackets or leave them in the car (we left them) and started our search for MJ. I had read a few days before that Jordan would indeed be in the D to root on his Tar Heels, so we thought that if there were anyone on the planet who would find him, it would be us. We asked several people on the street if they knew where Michael Jordan was, but none of them knew (or thought we were sane). So we ventured on. We stopped at the Renaissance Hotel, where a Final Four staffer told us he may be staying. We walked around and stared at everyone who walked by. No, not him. Nope, that's not him. No, that guy's white. Is that him? Dude, it's a 4 year old girl. Haven't you seen the Benjamin Button movie? Benjamin who? Nevermind.

The search for Michael Jordan was looking bleak. But we are not quitters. We went to this thing called "Hoop City," a little kids event where you could meet various celebrities (Lil Bow Wow and the Clemson head coach - uhhh no thanks) and we continued to look. He wasn't there. I even went into the men's bathroom to see if I could find him there, but all I found was a note on the side of the stall that read, "For a good time call 555-6501." I called and asked for Michael Jordan. He wasn't there either.

We gave up. We got to the stadium... stay tuned for Part Three coming soon.