Technically, we missed out on our July Date of the Month. I had intended for use to go to the Detroit Zoo but I made our date of the month cards at Christmas long before our trip to Greece was planned or our tickets to Next Restaurant were purchased. But given all the dates Matt and I had together in July, I wasn’t disappointed about missing the zoo.
For August, our date night was to a Detroit Tigers baseball game.
Matt bought tickets for a Wednesday night when the Tigers were playing the Blue Jays because he’s a bit of a Blue Jay fan. I, on the other hand, don’t follow baseball. But since I’m Canadian and actually lived in Toronto for a while I picked he Jays to root for. Baseball is decidedly more fun when you’re actually cheering for a team.
Our seats were close to right outfield but right behind the foul post.
But luckily in the mostly-sold-out park there were empty seats beside us so I was able to move a few seats over so I could actually see the field.
Not that it made much of a difference in my ability to follow the game.
I only have a basic knowledge about how baseball is played so I managed to make an ass out of myself several times throughout the evening by asking dumb questions like “Why is that guy on first base so old?!? He’s geriatric!” (it was the first base coach) or by cheering at inappropriate times.
Matt: “Who are you going for again?”
Me: “The Blue Jays. We just got a run!”
Matt: “No. He was out. You have no idea what’s going on do you?”
Whatever, I was just there for the hot dogs. And nachos.
There were quite a few Toronto fans in the crowd, not surprising for a game played in Detroit. One of them sitting two rows ahead of us didn’t wait until his 8th beer to start embarrassing himself (and Toronto fans in general) by heckling the Tigers players like a true douchebag. I don’t get hecklers, really I don’t. If you know so much about baseball then why aren’t you playing MLB? I’d like to see you try. Or, better yet, how would you like it if came to your job and start yelling at you when you screw up?
“You suck douchebag heckler! How does it feel to have the worst sales conversion in the office?! You couldn’t hand in a report on time if you tried!”
Or something to that effect.
Douchebag heckler was on a double date. I told Matt that if a guy took me to a baseball game then proceeded to shout rude things to the players I would never see him again. I don’t have a lot of ‘non-negotiables’, but the ability to hold youself back from shouting criticisms to people who are better at shit than you are is definitely one of them.
Luckily Matt doesn’t heckle. And that’s why we’re happily married (ya know, among other things).
In the end the Jays lost by 1, which disappointed me for 2 milliseconds before I remembered that I don’t follow baseball anyway.
It was a good night.
Date of the Month Club
Check out other posts in the Date of the Month club, where Matt and I go on one special date every month of 2012:
January – Bookstore Scavanger Hunt
February – Board Game Night
March – Bowling
April – Detroit Walking Tour
May – Colasanti’s
June – Picnic
July – Next Restaurant
August – Detroit Tigers Baseball Game
September – Detroit Institute of Arts
October – Wine Tasting
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