The sun finally came out this weekend in Michigan, and it was a balmy 65+ degrees for 3 whole days! I used the weekend to indulge in two of summer’s affordances – baseball and ice cream.
Friday night I went to my first MLB game of the season – Chicago White Sox at Detroit Tigers. It’s hard for me to chose a team in this match up. In junior high I was a big White Sox fan. I watched their games on SportsChannel and loved hearing Hawk and Wimpie (sp) call the shots. “You can put it on the bo-ard, yee-es!” was a good one. The strike turned me off baseball for quite a while. When I came back to the MLB, it was as a Cubs fan. I’d given in to my inner yuppie and joined the ranks of northside residents who cheered on the worst team in baseball. Cubs fans can’t understand how I could have a soft spot of any kind for the White Sox, but they don’t have the complicated relationship with SportsChannel, WGN, the south side, and Wrigley that I do. Now that I live in Michigan, I’ve caught a bit of Detroit fever. Tigers fans were loyal through a rough couple of decades, and I can respect that. They also have Magglio Ordonez, the man who awarded me with the only baseball I’ve ever caught at a game. Of course, at the time, he was playing for the White Sox. I went to the game with 4 other people who had already volunteered that they would be cheering for the Tigers. I like to be contrary, so not surprisingly, I decided to go with my White Sox roots and bought a “throwback” hat.
I sported my Sox hat proudly into Comerica Park and watched the southsiders beat the Tigers despite a most embarrassing error in the outfield. 3 players were within a few feet of a routine fly ball, and it dropped in front of them. Ouch. Anyway, the Sox won; I had a fun.
Some of those same fans and I ventured to Lansing, MI for a Lugnuts game Sunday afternoon. It was my first Lugnuts game (and my friend Serene’s first baseball game ever). I still prefer MLB to its farm team affiliates, but I had a great time eating my SnoKone. The Lugnuts aren’t a powerhouse, but it’s early in the season.
I tried to entice all my First Street neighbors to ice cream on Saturday, but I got no bites. Luckily Sunday evening Rachael was ready for ice cream, so we took a walk and stopped by the Washtenaw Dairy. The place was packed, and smelling sunscreen, eating ice cream, and wearing flip flops all made it feel like a great summer day. Now, back to our regularly scheduled month – April.