Just a few days ago, Comerica Park was a forlorn snowscape. The crack of the bat had given way to the crackle of ice for five long months.
Then, the blessed return of the color green. The site of the field a lush fantasy springing from the emerald hearts of groundskeepers everywhere. You can almost taste the hot dogs and beer.
I'm talking about being there, now. I'm talkin about going, I'm talking about magic.
Wow! Check that out! So where is he then? It means he must be down at Comerica Park. How did that work Jason? How did you do that?
It's hard to believe it's been 350 days since fans hung out in the hopeful sunshine of opening day morning.
"Beautiful, beautiful and I've been waiting for this. It's the greatest ever opening."
In just 21 days you can be making Bloody Mary's out of your truck bed.
"You got a little horseradish, pickles, pickled beans and pickled asparagus, we got it all going on. We're ready to rock."