I meant to get this posted BEFORE today’s game, but because I had a massive amount of Olympic footage to sort through this morning, I wasn’t able to get to it. Well, my one trip to Comerica Park this year has come and gone, and considering all the circumstances in recent days, I actually enjoyed myself quite well. Things started off on a strange note. We ate dinner at the Johnny Rocket’s across the street from Comerica Park, and I noticed that Paws was greeting a bunch of fans right outside (Johnny Rocket’s, not Comerica Park, which would make more sense). Also, there were two separate wedding parties having photos taken in front of Comerica Park. At one point, one of the brides, along with about six bridesmaids, came into Johnny Rocket’s and they all went into the restroom together. Later, when I went to use the restroom myself, I could not figure out how they all fit.
This was the scene shortly after we arrived. And you can’t see it very well without me making the photo so large it’d kill your Internet, but there is a lot of hail on the ground. A few minutes before I took this picture, we all paid witness to one of the light towers on the scoreboard being struck by lightning (although we did not realize this until I read it on the website this morning). That’s probably the closest I’ve ever been to a lightning strike, and let me tell you, it’s LOUD when it’s that close. The lightning strike also screwed up the screen, as you can probably tell from the picture. This storm was gone before 6:30, and they briefly took the tarp off, but then they put it back on, did not take it back off until around 7:30, and the game didn’t start until 7:55. During that span, it did not rain at all save for one brief shower that lasted less than five minutes. Go figure.
I learned two valuable lessons on this trip as well: 1) Never put a baseball in a cup holder, cuz it will be almost impossible to get out. 2) If your tickets aren’t for the best of seats, hang around the nice seating areas for as long as you can in case you get lucky. We did. Our seats were for the upper deck, but because it was raining when we got there, we initially stood near some of the seats underneath the upper deck down the right field line. Eventually, the usher told us that we could sit there until the actual ticketholders showed up, and we took him up on his offer. Later, he informed us that a lot of those seats are held by season ticket holders, many of whom would probably not come to the game because of the weather. It turns out that he was right and we were able to stay there the whole time. The only drawback was that we ended up on the wrong side of an aisle, and there were people constantly going up and down this aisle and blocking the view somewhat (also, it was a little too far away to get great pictures, as evidenced by the amount of blurriness), but they were still much better seats than we would’ve had otherwise.
It was Fiesta Tigres night, and the Latin players really stepped up (Galarraga pitched well, Cabrera and Renteria both homered, Maggs and Polanco both had RBIs). It was also just a little bittersweet for me, because of what happened with Pudge. The people who wrote the Fiesta Tigres program appeared to be having a tough time of it, judging from the first page. I had to be the one to break the news to Laura as well. However, I unexpectedly got a very brief cameo from him. Before the game, they showed a brief video of a bunch of players talking about the Latin influence in baseball, and Pudge was one of the players featured. It was only about two or three seconds, but he was there in some form. Also, he’s still got a tremendous amount of fan love in Detroit, way more than I realized. I saw a ton of people wearing Rodriguez jerseys and t-shirts. I think the only name I saw more often than “Rodriguez” was “Inge” (You know, I like Brandon Inge despite the fact that I don’t want him catching, but I’ve never been able to understand why he is so enormously popular; on the opposite end of the scale, the media tends to really try to hype up and push Carlos Guillen on the fans, but I don’t think that’s working, cuz I only saw two, maybe three Guillen shirts). There was one woman wearing a Rodriguez jersey with a “broken heart” attached to it. That kinda made me laugh (for the record, I did not wear my jersey, and while I don’t exactly regret not wearing it, I’ve now realized that I totally would not have looked conspicuous at all). At least I’m not alone, and maybe, just maybe, there are those who felt even worse than I did. On a related note, to say that Kyle Farnsworth got a chilly reception in Detroit is a vast understatement. They were downright venomous. Even when he was announced, the public address announcer didn’t say his name with the same amount of enthusiasm as he does all the other Tigers. When he first took the mound, there was almost no reaction whatsoever, but once he threw ball one to the first batter he faced, the chorus of boos started. After he gave up the leadoff double and the subsequent single, the boos were joined by shouts of “You suck” and “Go back to New York.” Farnsworth did get out of the inning without allowing a run by inducing a popup and striking out the last two batters, but even then the cheers seemed first sarcastic, then reluctant. The cheers of happiness did eventually arrive with the final out, but I get the feeling they were in spite of Kyle Farnsworth and not because of him. By the way, with last night and today’s wins, the Tigers have FINALLY broken the pattern from last year.
Other than Kyle Farnsworth, it was a well-pitched game by the Tigers. Galarraga did a fine job right up until the end. I really wish he could’ve gone the full six innings, but I guess he kinda ran out of steam. Bobby Seay was really impressive, but I was thrilled that I got to see Joel Zumaya pitch (he was on the DL during the two games I went to last year). Unfortunately, I kinda forgot that I had the camera with me, and I didn’t get any pictures of him. Joel did a real nice job as well.
I found it interesting that of the four Tigers in the starting lineup that I did not see last year (Thames, Sheffield, Cabrera, and Renteria), three of them hit home runs. The only one who did not was Thames, but Cabrera made up for it by hitting two. One thing I had not seen prior to this game was a lot of Tiger home runs. In fact, in the two games I went to last year, the only Tiger home run in those two games was a solo shot by Sean Casey (probably the least likely of the 2007 Tigers to hit a home run, I might add). As a result, I’ve definitely wanted to see more home runs, and I got my wish. And it looks as though Miguel Cabrera has adjusted to the American League. By the way, I took this picture of Gary Sheffield right before he hit the home run.
I almost didn’t bring the camera, but this made me glad I did. I’ve seen double rainbows before, but I’ve never seen one this bright. It just kept getting brighter and brighter for the longest time. Laura facetiously wondered if there was a pot of gold sitting in Ford Field. Strangely enough, it was barely mentioned on TV. At one point, it seemed like all the fans noticed the rainbow all at the same time, and when that happened, every camera and cell phone in the ballpark was pointed at the sky and no one was paying any attention to the game. In fact, I think I took more pictures of the rainbow than of the game (mostly cuz the rainbow was easier to photograph). By the way, the rainbow first appeared right before the Sheffield homer. Now, I’m not superstitious, but at the very least, that IS rather poetic.
And so ends this year’s trip to Comerica Park. Hopefully I’ll make another pilgrimage next year. On an unrelated note, how sweet is it that the Americans swept in Women’s Sabre? The best part is that they actually televised a great deal of it (although it’s a lot more fun to fence than to watch fencing) And I would comment further on the Olympics, but this post is already long enough, so I’ll wait until tomorrow at least.
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