I love simple living and cherish my quiet neighborhood, but it’s also nice to be 45 minutes from Detroit. It always amazes me that although Marc and I are not big sports fans, we get invited to at least one Tigers game a year. The perks of living in Metro Detroit. This time a co-worker of Marc’s couldn’t use her season tickets and offered them to us. She wouldn’t take our money, so I made her chocolate chip cookies.
There’s something electric about going to a baseball game. My dad used to take my brother and I to the old Tiger Stadium when we were kids. That stadium was famous for its giant pillars that obstructed many views. Comerica Park is the opposite with a beautiful open stadium and panoramic views. The game is always an experience. You smell the beer, feel the crunch of peanut shells beneath your shoes, see the section that’s always trying to start the wave and hear the crescendo of the crowd from joy to disappointment as fly balls look like they’re going out of the park only to be caught at the edge.
From our walk to the game through Grand Circus Park with a stop for a red hot (spicy sausage) to the Friday night fireworks, it was a great night. Go Tigers!