Thanks to Uncle Doug and Aunt Laura, who provided the tickets, we were able to go this weekend after all. We were planning on having a larger gathering on Sunday, but work requirements changed all that. We turned a long weekend into a day trip, returning home a scant 12 hours after we left.
I'm not going to say that Sera enjoyed it overly much. She cried right after the picture you see at the right, taken with Paws, the Tigers' mascot. In fact, she squirmed throughout the game like she did at her first trip to the drive-in. But I hope that this will be the first trip of many. If you are a regular reader of this blog, or if you know me at all, you know that the Detroit Tigers are very important to me. They are a family tradition that goes as far back as the Detroit Tigers do. My grandmother listened to them along with her father.
Sera's squirming led me to take her to the souvenir store just when the Tigers had their only rally of the whole night. But you know what, watching her run around like a crazy girl, burning off all of her nervous energy was better than watching the game. Four months ago you could have never convinced me that this was a remote possibility.Here's a picture of us both with Paws, the Tigers mascot.