Go Tigers!

Ok. I'm back. We had a minor emergency last night but all has worked out just fine. This is a picture of my delightful nephew Jeffrey on his tenth birthday. We went to see the Tigers play against the Anaheim Angels Sunday night. My brother, Alan, and his two boys, Jeff and Brett, came down and both Aaron and I went to the game with them. It was Aaron's first Tigers game since the World Series winning year of 1984. Unfortunately the Tigers lost 2-1 but it was a good game with lots of excitement. None of these pitchers matches with no hits! Blah! I've developed a paranoid complex that it is my fault the Tigers lost. I have never gone to see a sporting event where the home team has won. I'm a jinx it seems. So Aaron and I are going to see the last game of the season against Kansas City so we may lose that one too...

We went to the game nice and early so the boys could cash in on a free backpack give away and so we got to watch batting practice. We had a fun time trying to get autographs for the boys but with no luck. Oh well we don't need no stinking autograph if only the Tigers would win the series this year! No, I'm not a particularly huge baseball fan or any sport fan but you can't help but route for the home team when they have been such underdogs for so many years.