So, Scott called with an unexpected phone call around 10:15 this morning. He said he had an important question for me: “What was I doing Sunday night?” Forgetting our small group meets on Sunday’s, I responded: “Nothing.” Then he said: “…around 7:30 Sunday night…?”
At that point, I knew something was up. The Tigers were playing at 7:30.
“Did you get Tigers tickets?”
“$90. Standing room only!”
Turns out, I’m invited. (Thanks, Julie!) (And for good measure, here’s the Detroit News’ perspective on trying to get the tickets online this morning.)
I think I’m still a little in shock I’ll be attending a World Series game… in Comerica Park… rooting for the Tigers. I’ll be able to tell my kids about it much like dads are recollecting The Roar of ’84 with their sons and daughters. I’ll be there in person, in the brisk autumn air, surrounded by drunks, cheering until my throat is hoarse.
Never has this been baseball season to me. It’s always been football season. The Tigers were usually 30 games back by August and attention had shifted to the misfit Lions. Or for some to the safe-bet Red Wings.
But this year, downtown Detroit, and Michigan as a whole, is being revived–infused with hope–by the most unsuspecting of heroes. The 119-loss Detroit Tigers.
It’s a shame it isn’t a Holy Spirit revival yet, but hey, I guess we have to start somewhere. And why not with the Tigers.
Just shows that anything is possible.