Take Me Out to the Ballpark...

Scored some Tigers tickets for last night's game, so Dad and I headed downtown. Beautiful evening, 80 degrees at game time. Few thing are better on a summer evening.

While I love being on some obscure river up north, I find a baseball game on a summer evening every bit as cathartic. Comerica Park is a great destination and to me is about as good as the city of Detroit delivers. The people are friendly, the view of the skyline as the sun sets is wonderful.

And then there are the hot dogs. Though it's a simple pleasure, there's nothing like a real natural casing hot dog from the ballpark. Not the generic steam table ones at every stand. You have to hunt down the "real thing" and grilled onions just finish the deal. Grab a cold beer to go with it and you have a complete meal. Healthy? Nope. But damn tasty.

Didn't hurt that the Tigers won, and I got to see Zumaya pitch -- always a treat when he's on. A different sort of outside, but nevertheless it's outside.

-Sean-