The Magazine's Anne Marie Cruz enjoyed the hospitality at Jerome Bettis Celebrity Week in Detroit earlier this month. She didn't expect the festivities to include the comic stylings of one Donovan McNabb.

Jerome's Custom Coach is where everything begins and ends during this week of traveling, community service and serious partying. The Bus' bus driver, Uncle Butch (he's JB's mom's brother), shuttles the guys back and forth and all over the city. Usually, only the players take the bus, but on Friday afternoon, after six hours of golf, a couple of Jerome's female friends are on board for the ride from the youth football camp in Highland Park back to the Omni hotel.

"How many in your crew tonight?" asks one woman, referring to tonight's all-out Celebrity Jam.

"We're gang deep," McNabb responds. The resident cut-up then busts an impromptu schtick about flying Spirit Airlines.

"They'll be throwing peanuts at y'all from the front of the cabin," Donovan says. He stands and fires pretend Planter's across the aisles of the "airplane," while yawning. He sits again, now as a bewildered passenger, wiggling his brows and bugging out his eyes in confusion as invisible snack treats whiz past his head.

McNabb's back out of his seat again. "7-Up?" he yells, winging a case of nonexistent soda cans in machine-gun succession.

Suddenly, THWACK -- an imaginary 7-Up nails Donovan's forehead. His hand flies up over one eye, he slumps backward, and his face twists in dazed pain, indignance and utter defeat. The entire bus is choking with laughter.

"I gotta get away from you," says Ron Johnson, the NCAA's No. 1 receiver at Minnesota. "My face ... hurts." Marcellus Wiley can barely nod in agreement.

"We have to keep laughing," McNabb counters, feigning dead seriousness. "We've been up since Wednesday -- it's the only way we're going to survive."

Anne Marie Cruz is a senior reporter for ESPN The Magazine. E-mail her at anne.marie.cruz@espnmag.com

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