I had never been to a professional sports game in my life and Friday night was the first at the Tigers game. It was the most surreal experience. Within the first few seconds I understood why baseball is called America’s pastime. As I walked under the mammoth tigers I could not help but be overwhelmed by the sheer size and energy of the stadium. There is an entire carnival inside there complete with a beautiful carousel . . . which Melissa did not take me on, what was I expecting after the shaft in San Francisco :0) . . . Every male through the door reverted back to the age of 10, full of excitement and wonder. There were families alongside businessmen alongside girls in club attire. I met a couple who flew in from Florida just to watch the Red Sox. I had no idea there were sports groupies. The entire time I wanted to run out on the field and join the game. The night was topped off with spectacular fireworks and a hole in my pocket from being hungry, but I could not have asked for more entertainment for the money. One bit of advice . . . don’t walk near the GM fountains when it is windy out . . . it has quite the spray radius.