Yeah, I know, gushing about how awesome a day was, is so 2001 brogging. But it occurs to me just how rare it is that I find myself having what seems to be a genuinely good day; not to sound overly pessimistic, it just really does feel that way to me.
Anyway, I made a day trip up to Detroit, to catch a baseball game. And anyone who’s paying attention should know by now that “going to go see a baseball game” usually entails going to see the city. That being said, I had never been to Detroit, let alone Michigan in my entire life, and a baseball game was as good as excuse as any to tackle two goals at the same time.
Eventually, I’ll update my baseball parks page with the ballpark I went to watch the Braves lose in this time, but I just can’t really get over how smooth of a day everything went for me. I ain’t even mad that the Braves lost. I ain’t even mad that I had to wake up at 5:30 a.m. in order to make this day even happen. Everything else just went so well, that it’s put me in a fantastic mood.