An Opening Day Special

Ken and I arrived in Detroit at 9:30 a.m. The line to get the few hundred tickets that "might" be released was all the way around one section of Comerica Park. Forget that! There were not a lot of people scalping tickets either. More than one person said to me, "Wow! It was harder to get tickets to Opening Day than to a World Series game ..."

Well, we spent much of the day trying to get into the park, some of it at the State Theater Opening Day Celebration, and a bit of it checking out the local establishments, hoping to possibly end up with a ticket.

We had given up hope in the fifth inning and were in line to return to the State Theater. I said to Ken and Gary, "I can't believe I didn't end up with a ticket. I always end up with a ticket. It's just not right." Some dude said, "Hey, you want my ticket, I'm not gonna go."

I said, "Sure. Are you serious? It must be used."

He said, "Nope, I'm just not gonna go."

I think I turned 12 right then and there, remembered my manners and said, "Wow! Thanks, mister," and ran to the park. The usher wouldn't believe I hadn't been into the game yet, but gave me the orange rally towel anyway.

So, to the guy who had Section 337, Row 15, seat 16 on Opening Day, "THANKS!"