For the Love of the Detroit Tigers

We took the 3 elder chil­dren to a Detroit Tigers game. We all have a love of our home team.  Hubby is that guy who walks around wear­ing Detroit gear no mat­ter where he is in the coun­try.   We went because  it was a birth­day present for our old­est.  It’s all he told us he wanted for his birth­day, to see a game with his fam­ily.  D-man stayed back with Grandma because the game was dur­ing his nap time & turns out it was prob­a­bly bet­ter that way since it was wet out.

But in spite of the sprin­kling rain, my old­est told us it was the BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!!!! I mean what could be bet­ter?  Daddy took a 1/2 day & your fam­ily sur­prised you with tick­ets to see your favorite team.  While there he feasted on a hot dog, saw a game that didn’t include a win for our team but lots of laugh­ter, road the merry-go-round (one of its seats is pic­tured above) & lots of birth­day wishes.

There was also the nicest group of peo­ple who sat behind us, I mean they were all really so nice.  One of the women went out of her way to ask a player for a base­ball to give to my son for his birth­day.  He had tried to  get a foul ball that came in our area, but it bounced away & some­one else got it.  He was a lit­tle bummed but then was vig­i­lant to try to get another one.  Of course another ball never came to him.

Yet, at the end of the game the woman came up with the base­ball for him.  She had told me she was going to get it & that she’d asked one of the play­ers who was prac­tic­ing near our area after he missed the foul ball.  He looked like he was going to burst from excite­ment over hav­ing a REAL. TIGERS. BASEBALL!!! I can’t begin to say how awe­some that was & how she helped make my kid’s day.  I know a base­ball might not mean but to a lot of peo­ple but to this kid it means a lot, and to his par­ents it was an act of true kindness.

At night they all cud­dled with the lit­tle Paws (the Mas­cot) fin­ger pup­pets that came in the kid’s meals we got them.  And I know they call it Com­er­ica Park. Yes, like every­where in our soci­ety the nam­ing rights were sold.  I am going to sell rights to the next kid.

Wait, did I say next? Um, yea that would mean we’d have to make a next.  Hmmm…maybe sell­ing nam­ing rights isn’t the best idea now that I think about it.

Anyway…Even though the old Tigers sta­dium has been fallen to demo­li­tion, it will always be the sta­dium of my child­hood.  Com­plete with mem­o­ries of eat­ing one too many peanuts & spend­ing the night think­ing I WOULD NEVER EAT ANOTHER PEANUT AGAIN!  But even if the sta­dium of my youth is gone, I’m happy to share the sta­dium of my children’s youth with them.

It’s through their eyes that every­thing is new again. Shar­ing these new mem­o­ries & being roped into say­ing Yes to future birth­day gath­er­ings at the sta­dium because it was a pretty sweet day.  I also can’t believe he is another year older but I’m so happy that he had a great birth­day.  No make that the BEST.BIRTHDAY.EVER!!!! I know that Hubby & I can’t wait to share many more with him.

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