No Place Left to Sit

The day's weather was interesting to say the least. It started off "hot" by nine o'clock in the morning, then by one o'clock in the afternoon, the torrential downpour had arrived. Ever so briefly. A phone call. A decision. We would be going to the Tigers game. A couple hour drive to Detroit Rock City. I've become familiar with the city in the last couple of years, as I've visited Comerica several times. The trip down was good, a couple doughnuts at Krispey Kreme (don't tell Mr. Tim Horton!) a hot coffee, and a journey across I-96 into the city.

Then, the rain, the skies, the rain. Would we even play. "I guess we could go to Windsor." I don't think so ... let me explain why. I've got a story to tell you about going to Canada. Let's go to the game, even if it rains. The worst thing would be to get rain checks and come back again!

Forty-five minutes for a rain delay, spitting sun flower seeds, and enjoying watching people. Then, the sign on the scoreboard said the game would start. The crowd -- LARGE -- began cheering.

The Motor City Nine won again. They keep cruising along. That guy they have running the show, Leyland, he seems to know what's going on. Did you know ... I know I shouldn't say this ... the General Manager Dave Dombrowski and the Manager Jimmy Leyland -- yeah, they won a World Series together about nine years ago, in Miami.

LET'S GO TIGERS!!!