The first in a series against St. Louis.. tickets courtesy of one of Dave Chow’s clients. Don’t know what it is with St. Louis- I saw them in SF with Jerome (see far below) when one of them hit that fowl ball at my head.
We were somewhat safe from you getting beaned on the noggin. I don’t recall too many foul balls coming our way, but if I would’ve known you were a ball magnet, I might’ve worn a hardhat or something. Too bad the Motor City Kitties didn’t do us proud and win the accursed game. Instead we got to ogle the 1968 Tigers team and stare off to the Bob Ross-esque clouds overhead.