Okay. Back to baseball for a minute.
Tonight, I went to the Tigers-Reds game, and it was glorious. The weather was wonderful, the beer was tasting great, and-- brace yourselves-- the game was sold out! 43,128 people packed into Comerica park. I can’t remember when the last time was that the Tigers sold out a game in May. This was my 15th game this season, and, to me, it felt like we were in the World Series.
We were up 5-1 for a good part of the game. Then, in the seventh, Griffey hit an F-ing grand slam, 25 rows deep into right field. Kinda took the wind out of everyone’s sails. But, the beauty of it all: no one left stadium (well, I guess I can’t say nobody, but 43,120 people stayed)! The stands were still packed, even through the seventh, even though we were losing… A sight to behold.
Fast-forward. Bottom of the 9th–two outs, I believe-- we’re still down by 1, and my boy Curtis Granderson steps to the plate and knocks one out of there. Ties it up. The place went completely insane.
Long story short, fast-forward, blah, blah, blah: we won. Bottom of the tenth, on a throwing error, the Tigers scored a run and won the freaking game. This team is something special.
Damn, I think I’ve forgotten how great it is to have a winning baseball team to root for! To all of you long-suffering Tigers’ fans, I salute you! Here’s to a winning season, and many more fun nights at the Copa!
Work is taking me to Chicago this Friday, so I hope the Cubs will give me a couple of good games, but I know I’ll be making a few trips back to Detroit to see some more glorious days and nights this summer.
Happy