As Mom and I watched the Tigers opening day on TV this year, we both thought it sounded awfully fun to go to a game.
And then we remembered the one and only time we went. It was the fourth of July and at least ninety degrees. That is until the skies opened up and it poured rain. That was about fifteen years ago and we didn’t think about going to a game since.
Until now. but we wanted to go in comfort ant style, not having to worry about rain or heat waves. So we asked our friends who talked about sitting in a club and staying inside. It turns out they have access to season tickets and offered us a set for a game. So nice of them! (Hi, Dick and Linda )