It’s the warm sunshine on a cool, crisp afternoon,

It’s the walk down Woodward to the once familiar tune:

“Eat em up Tigers, Eat em up.”

It’s the little boy and dad taking grandma to a game,

A day at the park enjoyed no matter how long they stay.

Stands are full with eager anticipation,

As the team in white make its play for the division

Lines are chalked, and the bases placed;

Soon the words of the anthem will fill the space

As the speakers belt “your Detroit Tigers,”

Fans erupt with a passionate fire.

Nothing else matters on…

A.J. Reilly

Award-winning author of the Askren Boys. History Teacher. Baseball Romantic. Music lover. Old soul.

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