Though I always give my mom a hard time about liking baseball, I must admit that spending an afternoon at the ballpark is actually a highly enjoyable way to pass the time. Now, I may not understand baseball (I once had an argument with parents about the term “no-hitter” being a misnomer as a player can hit the ball and yet, mind-bogglingly, not have it count as a hit), but I do appreciate it nonetheless. Some highlights from our trip to the ballpark last weekend:
Gigantic tiger sculptures! Although, this photo reminds me that I still wish you could call it “Tiger Stadium” instead of “Comerica Park.” Stupid commercialization of everything!
Parents decked out in Tiger gear. Precious!
Gigantic daiquiris! I’m not going to admit that these might actually be my favorite part of a Tigers game, but…yeah, these might actually be my favorite part of a Tigers game. And, look how perfectly my nailpolish coordinates with my drink!
Warm nuts! I wish I could call them by a less awkward name but…they are what they are. And they are tasty. Get your mind out of the gutter.
A little Star Spangled Banner mid-game:
My dad had a good time at the game, although you wouldn’t know it from this photo. Some people are not very good at cooperating…
My mom, on the other hand, was happy to cooperate.
And, oh yes, we won the game. Always a good thing.
All in all, it was a beautiful day for baseball. And now, it’s playoff time. Tigers, let’s get this done.