Tigers vs. Twins

It was the best of times. It WAS the worst of times.

It was the best of times because Jake and I spent the day at the Metrodome. We had great seats, 10 rows up behind home plate. We had our jerseys on and we were eating dome dogs and brats, eating chips and popcorn and cracker jacks... as well as guzzling pop. We were watching the Detroit Tiger's beating up on the Minnesota Twins... like this throw from center field to tag Castillo out at home plate:


After the 7th inning stretch, the Tigers were leading 3-0 and I remember thinking, "Two more innings and it's over." Life was good at that moment. ...that is until the bottom of the eighth. At this point, it became the worst of times. The Twins rallied and next thing you know it was 6 to 3 and the stadium was going wild including, Jake, Uncle Eric and my nephew Blake. All I could do was laugh and shake my head. I will say, that if there was a game that I am glad the Twins won, it would be this one. Jake has been deciding whether he was going to be a Twins fan or a Detroit Tigers fan... and this week, he decided (after much wavering back and forth) on the Twins. So we bought him a jersey. For his sake, and my pocket book, I am glad that the Twins won because this will solidify his loyalty to the Twins and I won't have to purchase another jersey. But anytime your team loses... it is a tough pill to swallow. So my day was bitter sweet.... Spending time with Jake enjoying the afternoon... making memories... but my team lost.

Oh well... Detroit won the Series 2-1 and is still currently the best team in baseball... so all hope is not lost.

Good Times.