I'm at Comerica Park as I write this, sitting in the press box directly above home plate.
The park is mostly filled this afternoon. It is a beautiful summer day. Not too hot. Not too cold. A little breeze.
Just right in every way.
Brandon Inge has hit a home run. Rick Porcello is pitching well. Ramon Santiago just legged out a triple and scored when Curtis Granderson knocked him in. And then Placido Polanco drove in Granderson.
The Tigers are in first place by a game over the Chicago White Sox in the American League Central. Now, I don't know if the Tigers will win or lose this game. Or capture the division title.
I only know this is what baseball is supposed to be like. Games like this. Seasons like this. Pennant races like this.
I'm not sure, however, if this town is really enjoying it fully. And honestly, I don't understand why.
To me, this is absolute perfection.