Tomorrow is Opening Day, which means that until October, I am officially a baseball widow. DD’s season package provides him with a built-in guys night every Friday, or at least every Friday the Tigers are in town.
But the more important significance of Opening Day is that it means summer is on the way. And while I’m not a sports fan, I still think an evening at Comerica Park is one of the best ways to pass a summer evening. A hot dog, a beer, and a warm breeze passing over you. Sitting back and listening to the cheers of a city looking for something to believe in.
I can hardly wait.