As I mentioned in earlier postings, our friend and acupuncturist from ships, Coco came to visit us in Michigan this past June. We had a rip roaring time doing all the great tourist activities Michigan has to offer. I think we left our story off with Coco last at Mackinac Island. Well, while she was around, we also spent the two different days goofing off in Downtown Detroit. One day, we did Campus Martius and Hart Plaza, which is a story we’ll get into later in the week. The other evening downtown, we kidnapped my cousin Danny and hit the city sporting our Detroit Tigers garb and ready to play ball. (Or atleast watch some really amazing professional guys play baseball.)
As we were getting ready to leave the house, I looked at Coco and decided that she didn’t quite look like she would fit in… So I looked through my drawers and found an extra Detroit Tigers T-shirt. Of course I have several of them in various styles. I found one that fit her perfect and off we went. The taxi picked us all up at my house. It only takes about 25-30 minutes to get to and from the ball park from my house. When they dropped us off downtown at the Hard Rock Cafe, we popped in and had a little glass of wine before heading over to my favorite spot to buy peanuts in front of the old Methodist Church on Woodward. I think the bags are like 3 for $5 or something pretty insignificant in comparison to the prices in the park. All the money goes to the church, so you’re also helping support a Godly institution. They also have cajun peanuts, which they do not offer in the park. Those really give a kick in the pants when you’re sitting munching on them in the seats.
We had to stop in front of the giant Tiger sculpture in front of the main gates so that we could pose for some tough chick tourist photos.
Once in the park, we grabbed a beer, found our seats and sat down just in time for the National Anthem. It’s my tradition. If I am going to any sporting event, I have to be there before the National Anthem. I just love the song. Even a bad rendition of it is still good to me. Funny, but I guess it’s the singer in me that just has to hear it.
About 5 innings into the game, we got a little restless. It wasn’t going particularly well for the home team and the game was a bit slow. Verlander wasn’t pitching as well as I’ve seen him in the past and the Tigers were down a few runs. We decided to take a stroll around Comerica Park to check out the statues of the icons of Detroit Tiger baseball. The Park itself has all kinds of memorabilia and facts posted in the pillars surrounding the stadium. I don’t really know how early before the game they open, but you could spend hours checking out every exhibit. They also have a carousel that is comprised entirely of orange Tigers. There is also a ferris wheel where the cars are formed in the shape of baseballs. This park has all kinds of food beyond your typical hot dog, but we passed on the stadium classics in favor of heading a couple blocks away to Cliff Bells.
The only sad thing about the game was that our favorite hometown Detroit Tigers lost. But according to Coco, “I’ve never felt more American then the day I went with ya’ll to the Tigers game and to Cliff Bells!”
Lastly, if you’re ever coming to visit Comerica Park, look into sitting along the third base line. The seats have a great view of the expanse of the ballpark and city skyline. There is a huge humpback whale mural by the famous painter Wyland. Did you know that Wyland, the guy who paints all those whale murals on buildings in cities from San Diego, Miam, San Francisco, Honolulu, etc is actually from a suburb of Detroit? I believe that he is from either Rochester or Rochester Hills – like another very famous female singer, Madonna. Ha, but that’s a subject for another article… All the famous people from little old Michigan.