For a limited time only, The Bomber is offering Pope Eggs Benedict XVI for just $5.99. I think the deal runs until the end of the week. After that, the special will be excommunicated.

So I’m at the Pistons‘ game on Saturday when some smarmy kid walks past and accidentally kicks over my drink. It was innocent, but the only reason he was near me was because he wanted a celebrity autograph. I sat next to Kid Rock (all he wanted to do was talk about Pamela Anderson’s blog), six-time Olympic gold medalist Michael Phelps (he looked pretty buzzed by the 2nd quarter), former Detroit Lions defensive end Robert Porcher, former Detroit Piston great Bill Laimbeer, multiple Grammy award-winning recording artist Anita Baker, and some guy who may or may not have been Carrot Top. I didn’t sit right next to all of these people, but I could have easily hit them all with the same fourteen dollar beer.

Anyway. So Kid Rock is signing like his fiftieth breast of the afternoon, when he turns to his friend and gets buffalo wing sauce on my pants. He was eating those greasy Dominos Buffalo Chicken Kickers without any wet naps moist towelettes and making a complete mess of the good seats. I think even Mel Farr said something to Mr. Rock about the chaos he was creating. Okay. So there I am sitting covered in sauce when he hands me a bunch of Dominos coupons. I said, “You’re trying to pay me off with coupons?” He said, “Just wipe the sauce off with these.”

So there you have it. My brief brush with celebrity and all I have to show for it is a ruined pair of jeans.