Comin’ down in Motown

I gave Shirley a sponge bath at around 1:00 p.m. Monday. This action attracted dark clouds and it started raining, drizzling actually At 3:00 I said to myself (because no one else was around), “Self,” I said “This too shall pass.” At 4:30 it was still raining so I tuned into the “Ticket” AM 1270, the voice of the Tigers. No weather concerns. At 5:30 it was still raining. I called the Tigers. “Oh yes,” the nice Tiger Lady said, “The game is still on for 7:05.”

I said to myself (because still no one else was around), “You should wait until about 6:30 and just be late. Chances are good the game will be called.” I considered this but then a vision of St. Michael Borelli’s appeared before me and reminded me that I was morally bound to make every effort to attend every game. I put on my game gear, unhooked Shirley, put the radio on 1270 and headed north to Detroit, 30 miles up Interstate 94.

I arrived at a parking lot that liked Shirley, convinced the man that I would only take up two spaces and should only pay $20 instead of $30. I grabbed my stuff, locked Shirley and headed for Comerica Field. Suddenly I felt like a salmon swimming upstream, everybody was headed AWAY from the ballpark. They were screaming “Go back, go back, its only a…” Oops, that was a Woody Allen movie. They were really saying “Gosh darn the game is cancelled and the nice parking folks will not give refunds.” And they were absolutely right. All was not lost. Shirley got to sit in a bombed out parking lot in war-torn downtown Detroit and rest at a rate of $2 per minute. We then drove back to Belleville and settled in for the night. Hmm, 60 miles at 6 miles per gallon times $3 per gallon plus $20 parking fee. Just think what I saved on a ticket to the game and a soda at ballpark prices. Oh yeah I also saved $10 by only paying $20 to park.

Off to Chicago in the morning. Life is (still) very good.