Take Me Out

So, Mike and I went to see the Detroit Tigers get slaughtered by the Chicago White Sox today.

We had such high hopes. Mike got geared up to defend the honor of his beloved Tigers against the rowdy Chicago locals. I even wore my Charmander shirt in support, despite my earlier resolution to remain neutral, like Switzerland.

And, despite reports calling for snow - it was a beautiful (if cold) day in the Windy City.
We boarded the red line...
...and headed out...
...bound for 35th Street...
...and U.S. Cellular Field.

When we arrived, we found that our seats were sweeeeeeeeet. 18th row - right behind the dugout.

Unfortunately, it all went downhill from here. The Tigers gave up a run in the 1st to start it off. Two more runs and two grand slams later, the score was 11-0. Mike and I found other things to laugh about...such as the guy behind us who kept heckling Miguel Cabrera by yelling out the same phrase (For the love of God, hit it to 3rd base!) over and over and over again. Mike and I amused ourselves by making fun of him. Then, inexplicably, he stopped taunting Cabrera about bobbling the ball and suddenly yelled, "That's right, Cabrera. Just give up and think about how good that buffet's gonna be tonight." What?!

Despite the Tigers poor showing, a good time was had. Hot dogs and peanuts were eaten (Although the red hots at the Cubs games are waaaaaaaaay better)...

And the requisite picture of Magglio was taken for Mike's mom. I also got to scream, "Let's goooo, Maaaaaglioooooo" today.

And I also took a picture of the spot in the parking lot where home plate used to be in Comiskey Park.

Alas, Mike and I did not stay for the whole game. When the score went to 11-0, we decided to head out. We weren't the only ones - there was a lot of orange heading for the el with us.

I do have a complaint, though. I thought we were going to see White Sox. Why is he allowed to wear black socks!? :D