One thing that’s happened with us living at my dad’s is that I’ve paid more attention the Tigers than I have in a long time. Rick has connections so one random Wednesday – it was supposed to be a gorgeous night – I asked if he could get tickets.
So, we ended up down at the Tigers game and on random luck two of our friends were there (in suites…unplanned right next to each other!). We laugh that had we tried to plan a big Tigers game outing for a Wednesday night, we’d be into 2014 before we found a night that would make it work.
With it being a weeknight, it wasn’t very crowded, so the kids were able to ride the merry-go-round without a wait, and Mallory was beyond excited to see the Mickey Mouse baseball player.
I haven’t yet posted about this – but Carson had Hand Foot & Mouth a couple of weeks ago, and Rick had to stay home with him on a Thursday. Before I left for work, Carson was babbling away, and I asked RIck what he thought Carson was saying. He told me that Carson said he wanted to go to the Tigers game (Thursday home games are afternoon games).
Next thing you know, I get these pictures, with the note “I’ve been coming to games for 37 years and I’ve never caught a ball”:
The cool thing is that they replay all of the Tigers games, so we were able to record it that evening and see if they made it on tv. So we fast-forwarded to the 5th inning and were able to catch it happen. You’ll notice in this picture that Rick is more concerned with catching the foul ball, than shielding his son from the ball.
I can’t ever go to a Tigers game without remembering my dad’s Aunt Marion (I’ve talked about her here before). She used to tell us stories about how she and my dad’s mom would go to games and it would cost a NICKEL and they could bring their sack lunches. I wish that I’d gotten more of her stories on tape: because she loved to tell them and because she’d lived in Detroit her whole life, it was fascinating to hear them. She also worked for Michigan Bell as an operator and could go on & on about the different personalities who would call in to be connected (I can still hear her saying “Centerline, zero fi-ive seven” – nine & five were always two-syllable words when she talked in her operator voice).