One of the best things about my baseball travels is that it gives me a legitimate excuse to visit places that I never really thought I’d ever visit. I mean seriously, I don’t know anyone in Detroit, there’s not really any particular motivation for me to go to Detroit, but because there’s a Major League Baseball park in Detroit, it gives me a reason. And that’s really all the little push I need, because sure I’m going to go see the ballpark, but obviously, I’m going to take in as much as I can otherwise, while I’m there.
As far as day trips go, this was the smoothest one I’ve had in ages, possibly ever, as I’ve already mentioned previously. Detroit itself is indeed the gritty, blue-collar, kind of rough-around-the-edges kind of city that people often use to describe it, usually in exaggerated jest though. It helped that it was a picture perfect day when I went, because seriously, I’d have second thoughts about wandering around the place at night. But for what it was worth, I had an enjoyable time wandering around the urban sprawl that was Detroit’s general Downtown and eventual Greektown areas. There really is that gritty blue-collar feel about the city, but as cliched as it sounds, in spite of how run down certain blocks looked, it legitimately feels like there’s still some fight left in the place.
I ask myself if I’d go back to Detroit any time soon, and although I can’t really say I would because I’m neither a real Tigers fan, nor do I know anyone out there to warrant another trip, but it doesn’t deter from the fact that the time I spent out there on this particular day trip was still good. But who knows, who’s to say that in maybe 40 years, the Tigers won’t build another new park? Except wait, I’ll be 71 and ancient then, so I probably wouldn’t make it out there anyway.
