As promised, I am going to share all about my experience at Comerica Park.  It's been crazy busy, and I almost forgot, to write 'Part 2' about my trip to Detroit and my experience at Comerica Park.  This is going to be really fast, I promise.  I arrived in Detroit the day before #ChristmasInJuly which is a day that Comerica and the Detroit Tigers celebrate Christmas.  I have to admit I was a bit leary of traveling to Detroit by myself.  Alone, in a strange city . . . I've been there before, but this was my first time traveling to a city with such a 'Bad Reputation' . . . then again it's not as though New York City, the city I feel so at home in, didn't have it's share of bad press.  I would venture to say that there are many cities that have bad reputations, but the reputation of Detroit lately has been abysmal.  I've heard national radio show hosts say that the city should simply be taken off the map, because after all noboy would want to go there.  In fact, I've heard national radio show hosts say that they couldn't even give property away in the City of Detroit.

I'm a huge proponent of underdogs, and as long as you are working hard to overcome obstacles, it's more than likely you're going to have my loyalty and my will for your succession . I know, I know #IAM your typical 'female fan' but having a heart means a lot to me.  Truly it does.  So this is one of those 'feel good' stories about baseball and the passion for the City of Detroit.  Yet, it's going to be all about the game.

Did I tell you they lost?  I mean they got clobbered.  Didn't matter though.  I was staying at the Marriott hotel, the 'courtyard' one which is near the river.  The driver who drove me there began his introduction by saying, "So what brings you to the worst city in America?" Really?  That's not really the best greeting but I didn't so much mind.  He was truly curious why I was there.  I think I asked him why he was there, and he talked about how he had gone there to the State of Michigan for a soccer scholarship, and fell in love with the people.  He said he was from Boston, and although he thinks he will always consider Boston, "the best city in America" he thought the people of Boston were sort of rude.  So he wanted to live where people were genuinely nice.  What is it about the Northeast that gives people, even homegrown people, that sort 'bad reputation' . . . maybe we are.  I don't know, I haven't really ever thought people from Boston were rude, except maybe when they play the Yankees.  Of course, Yankee fans can be rude, too.  Well, truth be told I didn't meet any rude Tiger fans, except for that one guy who yelled down to the handsome man with the 'Swisher' shirt on.  Yet, it was all in good fun and I think I might have been sitting on the 'White Sox' side.  Who knew? 

I woke up early, Christmas morning, of course it wasn't really Christmas but you know it was at Comerica.  I found my way to the stadium and although it's not like you could feel Christmas in the air, you could feel the energy and pride of Detroit.  The people at the hotel, the guys who were working in the parking garage, and the man who was there at Comerica working, they all seemed to be genuinely happy.  No miserable grunts, just genuine greetings, of "Good morning" and well that was sort of unexpected.  I guess it's true, people in the MidWest [ is Detroit considered to be in the MidWest, I'm not so sure I know the geography really ] or Michigan are nice.  At least the part  I went to.  Of course I was warned not to venture too far away from where I was.  I think people say the same thing in other cities.  Safety is key.  Sad that some areas have a propensity for higher crime, but anything can happen anywhere.  It's all about trusting your intuition, I guess and being prepared.  Sort of knowing where you're going.  Well, it was a straight walk, I guess about six blocks or so.  It was a beautiful walk, and I saw a lot of gardens along the way.  Several hotels, Greektown Casino, which I made sure I made a note to visit, and was glad I did.

Oh so back the game.  Did I tell you I lost my ticket.  Yep, I lost my ticket.  I think it happened when I stopped to take a photo of some guys who were standing near the fence.  I like to ask before I snap photos of people, and maybe when I was asking them or using their camera, I placed my ticket somewhere.  Not sure really, but the woman who was tending the grounds helped me because she had swept it up, and so when I approached her to ask if she had seen a ticket on the ground, she picked it out of the trash and said, "Is this it?" Yep, that was it.  I could have kissed her.  Would have been a bit sad, if I had traveled all that way, spent money on a great seat and ended up standing in the outskirts of the amazing ballpark. 

During the game, I took note of how the fans seemed to be tentative.  They were watching closely as the Tigers were batting and the more runs the White Sox scored, the more frustrated the Tigers fans in attendance seemed to be.  Some left, when the White Sox were at, I think it was eleven runs and the Tigers only had two.  That gave a chance for some of the fans to move close to the field.  I was already close.  Sitting right by the first base line, I was probably the closest I've ever been to a game, except when I was in Houston, which by the way is another amazing place to see a baseball game.

I never thought I'd love anywhere as much as Fenway and I do love Fenway.  Oh wait, I love Camden Yards, too and I've not been to PNC Park, yet.  I think I just love this country and all it has to offer.  Baseball is so awesome.  Going to the game was great.  During the inning breaks, the big screen had fun interactive games and the fans just seemed to enjoy the game.  That's what I think is missing from the focus given to the pro sports leagues by the national media.  I think reporters get so caught up in the social issues that they forget it's also about the individual games.  People say that baseball has so many games, the more the better as far as I'm concerned.  One game, can make a summer!  

I won't forget my trip to Comerica anytime soon.  If I can, I will make it an annual ritual to be at the #ChristmasInJuly game every year, from this year until forever.  I think social media should do interactive things like they do at baseball games.  Not just tweet, but tweet out fun and interactive things that make it fun to follow.  Well, that's sort of all for now. The Tigers are on at 7:05 and I've got to run.  Justin's pitching, and well you know it's a new day.  That's the great things about baseball.  Every game counts!