Detroit Tigers10:30 AM
I played sports as a kid: soccer and basketball. Then in junior high and high school I ran track, joined the school soccer team, and ran cross-country. I liked playing sports, even if I was mediocre, because it really just gave me something else to do with my friends after school. My parents were never really into sports, other than the occasional game of catch with my dad. While the rest of the world rooted for their favorite football team on Thanksgiving, we watched E.T. The only time I ever remember watching athletes on TV was when the Olympics were on.
Enter Kyle, and suddenly I found myself at baseball games during the summer. The first few games, I had no idea what was really going on. Then on opening day my senior year of high school, I skipped class to go to the game. I was an idiot and wore my Ferndale High School hoodie, and the security guard saw me standing in line, waiting to get in. Turns out the security guard was close friends with my principal, Mr. Ivory. He gave me a hard time at first, but then laughed it off. He even tried to get the newspaper to interview me because he thought it was so funny. True story, bro.
Now, years later, I still don't always know what is going on during a game. I still have a hard time paying attention to one on TV. But I will enjoy a cold beer on those really, really hot summer days when my legs stick to the plastic seats, and the seagulls swarm the stands, waiting to snatch up fries (MINE?). Or in the fall, when we are all hovered around the rails in the outfield with our standing room only tickets-all that was left-because we had to squeeze in just one more game for the year.
So here are some photos from some of the games we went to over the summer and fall, Kyle utilizing the telephoto lens he got off eBay. There are loads more of these pictures, but I would need about 20 blog posts to cover them all. Either way, Let's go Tigers!