When I put “go to a Tiger’s game” on my 27 for 27 list, I was picturing one of those quintessential baseball days – you know, the sun is shining, the grass on the field is perfectly green, and it feels like summer. Well…that’s not exactly what we got when we went to a game this past Sunday. In fact, it was freezing, it rained/hailed/possibly snowed at a few points, I wore four layers of shirts and earmuffs (and was still cold), and we lost in the 10th inning. All of that notwithstanding, it was still a pretty good day, as most trips to Comerica Park tend to be.
My family always parks at a church in Greektown, so we started there and made a brief stop at the Astoria Pastry Shop before heading to the game. The bakery is filled to the brim with a huge variety of sweets. It’s tough to choose given all the gorgeous-looking selections, but I opted for a double chocolate cannoli this time around. It was super rich but very tasty.
(Aren’t those strawberry cakes the prettiest things??)
Fortified by pastries, we headed onto the game. We walked a loop around the stadium and I took pictures of every statue, like a crazy person. This is the kind of thing that happens to me when I actually bring my “real” camera along with me, as opposed to my iPhone.
The Tigers sign was pink for Mother’s Day!
Typically, my favorite part of any Tiger’s game is ordering one of the gigantic frozen daiquiris. However, it was so cold that I just couldn’t do it (curse you, weather gods!). Without a daiquiri, I was left with only my second favorite part of any Tiger’s game, the hot dogs. And yes, this is how I eat my hot dogs – completely plain. I’m aware that this is weird to most people, but I would never do it any other way:
After the game, we headed to Fishbones for dinner. It was a decent meal – I had crab cakes – but nothing too exciting, so I didn’t take any photographs. On the way back to the car, the sun decided to finally shine and I had to stop to take a picture of this old church. So pretty, right?
And that was my Sunday in the D. Here’s hoping that the next time I go, the sun decides to make more than a fleeting appearance.