Two days down, one full week to go. We crossed Comerica Park and Detroit off our list and now we’re on our way to New York City. The Dodge Journey is rolling, the Magical Book of Mystery is guiding, and we should probably seek medical attention for these sunburns.
First off, if you don’t like reading about our trip, don’t read it.
It’s really quite simple. I don’t like asparagus, so ya know what I do? I don’t eat asparagus. Now stop complaining.
Ann Arbor, Michigan does it right.
After the atrocious night at Purdue Friday, we thought we’d give the Big Ten a chance to redeem itself. So we stayed in Ann Arbor Saturday night to see what all of those Wolverines were up to. We were impressed. Everyone was so nice and friendly and we had a lot of fun on South University at the Blue Leprechaun. All it took was that one night for me to decide that my children will go to Michigan. And I will room with them. Go Wolverines.
When the trip is over and we look back at all of the characters we met in each city, I already know that Norton will be our favorite. Norton was our cab driver from Somalia and the man has a future in politics. Ryan Alessi’s job at cn2 could be in jeopardy. Norton somehow knew everything that’s going on in Kentucky and his opinions about the Obamas, Bin Laden, and Sarah Palin were hilarious. If only I could repeat them.
West Lafayette got the last laugh.
We’ve done nothing but make fun of West Lafayette since seeing it in the rearview mirror Saturday morning. Well, as much as I hate to admit it, West Lafayette got the last laugh. I realized this morning that I left my tennis shoes in the room back at the West Lafayette Best Western. It’s okay though, they were only $110 and I got a full month’s wear out of them. I’m sure they’ve already found a new home. Everyone at Purdue wears a size 13, anyway.
Big Blue Nation is everywhere.
We’ve run into so many UK fans it’s almost ridiculous. #BBN #LaFamilia
Comerica Park was impressive
I guess I just expected everything in Detroit to be run-down and dilapidated. That’s because everything in Detroit is. Everything except the three blocks surrounding the ballpark. Comerica is a very nice stadium and it’s a shame that it’s located in the D. Hockeytown was a lot of fun too.
It was hot. VERY hot.
We would’ve left in the second inning had it been up to me. It was so hot in the stadium that it was almost unbearable to watch the game. The scoreboard said it was 92 degrees but the scoreboard is a liar. It was at least 170 degrees.
Grading The Dog (7.8)
— “Nacho Momma” Dog: $7… Tortilla chips, salsa, queso, and jalapeno rojo sauce on top of a Hebrew National dog. Muy Bueno!
— Labatt Blue: $7
Number Juan on the field, number Juan in our hearts.
Juan Pierre has been mentioned quite a bit on this trip so he’s our guy. He first came up in discussion on the way out of Cincinnati when we tried to name one player on the Marlins roster (wrong) and we haven’t stopped talking about him since. So you can imagine our excitement when Pierre stepped up to the plate with 2 outs in the 9th inning. The Sox were down one, the tying run was on second, and there was no doubt in our minds that Pierre was hitting one out of Comerica to win the game for our road team. The universe just works that way. So what did Juan Pierre do??? He popped the first pitch straight up above the catcher’s head for the final out. Oh well.
Comerica Family of the Day
Matt, DJ, and I were the Comerica Family of the Day for one full inning, until the promotions girl kicked us out of the seats we were in for the real Family of the Day. We argued to keep the seats until a cameraman and a family of four showed up to claim their prize. We moved to our actual seats in the next row but we weren’t happy and Comerica will be lucky if they ever get any business from us in the future.
“I haven’t even had seats this nice at a Legends game.”
We were about 15-20 rows up from the field directly behind home plate. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Tigers 4, White Sox 3
Our home team curse was looking good when Chicago jumped off to a 3-0 start early in the game, but the Tigers clawed back to take the lead and never looked back. Who really cares, though?
None of us were robbed, shot, or stabbed.
So that’s good.
We saw our shadows this morning so there will be seven more days of baseball.
We thrive on randomness. That’s why we drove out of our way to stay in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania last night. Our hotel room looked like something out of the early 1900s. I think we went back in time.
Up Next: New York City
What up, Jack Demsey’s!!!!