The Most Fun Part
(Sorry if I'm milking the baseball game experience for all it's worth this week - can you tell that absolutely nothing but work has gone on since then? I've been totally, completely, and utterly consumed by work this week and am so happy that it's Friday that I almost literally bounced out of bed this morning. It's that good. Anyway, moving on...)
Aaron and I decide the absolute best part of going to a Tigers night game? Is walking through Detroit. At night. In the dark. (Can you feel the sarcasm wafting off those sentences? You should be able to. In fact the sarcasm should practically knock you out.)
Yeah. You've never seen a group of people move so fast in your life as people just trying to make it safely to their car at night in downtown Detroit. It's really not the safest city there ever was. On the walk from the place we parked to the stadium we walked through numerous splatterings of car-window glass. There were crazy-looking people walking the street everywhere, and by crazy-looking I mean that they were talking to themselves or other such activities.
So, yes, you've never seen a group of people move so quickly without being in a race. It's a little scary, although I know I felt safer moving in a big group of fans. Once we got closer to the car we were pretty much by ourselves and practically racing each other to the car. We got in, shut and locked the doors, and sped off as quickly as possible. We just wanted to get the hell out of town. Yes, we're wusses, but seriously. If you'd heard the stories I have? You'd probably do the same.
From now on I'm sticking to day games.