I had the great pleasure of watching UM Women's Basketball team compete in the final game of the…read more'25-'26 academic year in the second round of the NCAA tournament against NC State yesterday. The squad played exceptionally hard and pulled away for an impressive victory. The arena was clean, easy to get to, and we were welcomed by friendly elderly security screeners. The fans were engaged and polite. Several times our seat neighbors helpfully explained a rule for me after I had to be told to sit down & be quiet by my girlfriend. "Why one star?" you ask. I answer your question with a question: how can an institution whose athletic tradition is bested only by its academic prestige, a school full of valiant victors and heroes conq'ring, a university Darth Vader himself called the Best In The World, how can this venerated landmark serve its paying guests food not fit for the livestock on faculty in East Lansing? At halftime our beloved Wolverines were clinging to a 3 point lead after star guard Olivia Olson sat much of the first half in foul trouble (she finished with 27 points, all after the break). We had arrived within time's bending sickle's compass, though I didn't know it yet. We ventured into the concourse and chose a lunch line without much thought. This carelessness has altered the trajectory of my otherwise unremarkable life. Nothing looked particularly appetizing, least of all the prices. The prices! Friends, Romans, countrymen, I could have finished my abandoned undergrad degree (not from UofM, didn't even get waitlisted) for less than the cost of these heat-lamp Hindenburgs . But a hungry man with a hangry lover is wont to make hasty decisions: a small pepperoni Buddy's pizza; a small cardboard boat of fries badly in need of sildenafil; a small lukewarm water set on the counter by an aggressively indifferent sandwich artist sometime during the regular season; a box of popcorn whose visage, to a lifelong resident of B1G corn country, inspires rage and sorrow at the lost joy of freshly popped 'n buttered maize from states that begin with I; this pathetic bounty, $36. No. $43. Wait, no, $28. The concession areas in Crisler clearly list prices, but no person from the battalion of service workers there employed will exchange money for food. The world-renowned Behavior and Cognitive Sciences Department at the University of Michigan has installed tray-sized platforms under mounted fisheye lenses that, in partnership with Jian Yang's Seefood®, will discern what items you have set upon it and select at random two consecutive digits of Pi and display a dollar sign preceding those two digits and demand you pay that sum to be permitted to eat. Pending peer review they anticipate their findings will be published in JABS sometime next year. Based on the speed at which the queues move, our fellow-travelers, otherwise thinking people, tap their cards and exit. Love's not time's fool and neither am I--before I hand over my hard-earned SNAP credits, I want to be sure we are being charged the correct sum. I hesitate. My Opehlia, smarter than me in every way, arrives at the correct total for our selections long before I do. The Pi digits generated by the UoMBCSD machine do not match hers. Surely the difference is easily fixed? Here enters a sturdy woman, bearing a nametag inscrutable, sharply uniformed as assurance of comprehensive training, to assist. Harass? Assist. "Ok den, what y'all got?" I gesture at the clearly visible food sat upon the Seefood® tray. "Uh huh," she grunts, ostensibly by way of reassurance, though a glance at my beloved confirms that neither of us are reassured. Ophelia, smarter and gentler than me, proposes a summary as seconds of unrecognition creep in this petty pace. "I think it's charging us for a chicken and fries combo, but I just wanted the fries." Comprehension lights upon Sturdy's countenance. "Aay! Ay, ay, gimme one'dem empy whites!" She calls back to her antecounter coworkers. For a brief moment I fear she's referring to me: there are less-accurate descriptions of your humble reviewer than an Empty White. Mercifully, a barren rectangular styrofoam container emerges and Sturdy takes it in one hand, grabs our fries uncovered-thumb-first with her other hand, and replaces the empty space with the empty white. Seefood® thinks for a moment, then regurgitates a total that Ophelia and I both recognize is lower than correct. I move to pay but Sturdy stops me as the numbers crawl through her mind like allied troops on Omaha Beach: slowly, with violent intent. "Naw dat ain' righ'." Our fries are still marinating in her thumbsweat as she uses her other hand to scroll the touch-screen menu UoMBCSD helpfully installed as part of their two-tailed experiment on the hungry unsuspecting masses of Crisler. She arrives at FRIES as an option and presses the screen. INVALID ENTRY Hôtel des Invalides took less time to finish than checkout at a Crisler Seefood® public psychosocial experime

Great game, what a great team, food and atmosphere. Our seats were fantastic we even got free foodread more

Golf simulator is a bad joke. Bare bones to say the least. To get there you must carry your golf…read moreclubs thru the men's room , leading you to a very dark - very narrow hallway. The actual room was pitch dark, except for the screen- which had a falling down banner in the corner - blocking info on who was up next. There is no way a safety inspector would allow two tables and four chairs against back wall - golfer taking a full swing - the club comes within maybe four yards of people sitting. A total accident waiting to happen. The entire complex has seen better days. Seems like the only updates recently involve duct tape only.

We did my sons' birthdays here and it was a great party! Very affordable and a really nice set up…read more Everyone really enjoyed themselves. The staff was all super friendly and helpful both beforehand when I was booking and during the party! I will say that we had the main party room and it was very nice and our guests were able to look over the soccer field but I wouldn't do a party in the other room as it significantly smaller and not as nice at all. My son has also attended Lil Kickers soccer classes here and loved it!

Nothing says home like a good ol Mud Hens Baseball game! Great little field and venue with plenty…read moreof food options and viewing opportunities. The area around the field has really grown so much it's gorgeous! There is so much to offer before and after the games too. We got great seats next to the dug out which was prime viewing for all the action. Although we didn't get any baseballs :(. I do wish their other screen was up and running as the only one on I had to keep looking over to look at. Their Fourth of July fireworks show on the 3rd was epic! I would like to say though to bring earplugs, the acoustics made them so LOUD.

What a nice little stadium in a charming town! With wonderful baseball to boot!…read more The Toledo Mud Hens, at the time of my visit here, were the AAA affiliate of the Detroit Tigers. I'd seen the visiting team -- the Saint Paul Saints -- but it was back in their Northern League Days when Mike Veeck owned the team. Either way, this was outstanding baseball in a wonderful environment. As I've mentioned in other ballpark reviews, I'm a former broadcaster who has seen hundreds of baseball games at all levels across the country. Though I've been to plenty of MLB games (dating back to the days of Arlington Stadium, Veterans Stadium, Shea Stadium and the former Yankees Stadium), I'm still partial to minor league baseball. Sure, I enjoyed seeing the likes of Juan Gonzalez smashing balls into the parking lot and Curt Schilling striking out 16 Yankees (that was in 1997, and I loved it with all my heart), but seeing players who are trying to make it to the show -- or trying to make it back, such as so many players on the Mud Hens -- brings me greater joy. Seeing a game in Toledo was a bucket list thing for me, if only because of Jamie Farr's character on MASH. With such a nice little stadium and wonderful baseball to boot, I wish I'd come sooner. A couple of caveats though. First, I've paid less for parking at a Coldplay concert. Further, at least those lots took cards. (These guys only take cash, but I'm sure the parking lot owners report their earnings to the IRS -- NOT!) Secondly, the hot dogs at this park are saltier than the Black Sea. Thank God I took a double dose of Amlodipine! But seriously, I'd come back here in a second.

Great place to see a hockey game. The views from most seats are very good. My only issue is no beer.read more

Parking for $10 in the arena lot if you get there early enough. Great seats pretty much anywhere…read morebut bring seat pads as the bleachers are rough on your duff. Go Blue!

I became a fan of hockey when I moved to Ohio. The Huntington Center has held a lot of home games…read morefor the Walleyes. They have also held other events. Conveniently located in Downtown Toledo. I have never had issues finding parking -- most lots and garages accept cash only. Lawrence Garage and Glass City Center Garage is card only.

My experience is unusual but unfortunate. I purchased tickets just before Christmas for December…read more27th. I'm visiting from out of town and didn't use my phone number to make the reservation. When I arrived the center was closed down the a sheet of paper on the door explaining the players went on strike that day. I tried calling them at different offices but I couldn't get through to anyone for the next few days and then I had to fly overseas where I'm located all year. I purchased tickets directly from the center but they use a 3rd party service and when I contacted them I was given an agent in another country outside the USA who did everything they could not be accommodating. My simple request was for a full refund for the unusual event. The ticket prices were inflated during holiday and dropped half in value so I will lose have my value or full value if they are not sold. The rescheduled date was still to be determined.

I had no idea this place existed until recently. I came here for the Pet Expo this weekend and…read morerealized it was here. It's actually a really nice place on the inside and is primarily for the Flint ice hockey team, which yet again, I had no idea existed! You learn something new every day, right? After a long drive I found this place and wandered inside. Parking here's a little odd with a few different entrances and two separate lots. It reminds me of mall parking at Lakeside for some reason...don't ask. It was $5 to park which isn't that bad. Inside the main lobby is quite large with a big screen across the wall! there's three floors and my event was on the first floor. the main floor had the fly ball for dogs and I believe that's also where the actual ice rink is. I have no clue what's on the third floor. Probably offices. Anyway, it's a nice place in a part of town that could probably use the event space. They had a little snack area but I didn't get anything to eat our drink. Would return for other events in the future.

I enjoyed a Firebirds hockey game with my brother here. One level seating with not a bad seat in…read morethe house. Overpriced concessions and under quality taste. Beer prices are decent. They have a gift shop that is extremely overpriced for the merchandise. VUP parking is available in the rear of the building for $5. The venue was clean along with the restrooms. Staff was friendly and armed security was plentiful making you feel safe (even though entry did not require a search or metal detectors). Good team with nice entertainment between periods. I would definitely return for a game but eat somewhere else prior or after.