Pants party 2: Revenge of the cuff

Sometimes, an even comes along that changes the course of history, changes the course of the city.  When these events happen, the most natural course of action is to declare a national holiday.  That'd probably be a little rash, but here's my proposal, Zubaz Pants Day as a city holiday in Detroit.  There's no better day to be at the ball park than Zubaz pants day.  People are friendlier, drinks taste better, and the good people at the Tigers promotions give things away quicker than I can grab them.

To start the day, myself and my three companions (let's call them the League of Awesome), parked in our usual spot by Ford Field and decided to walk around the back of the stadium instead of in the front by the giant tiger.  We happen to be walking past the Tigers parking garage and saw two kids standing next to a Porsche with Florida plates with pens and a baseball.  If Aunt Tigress has taught me anything in the years she took me to baseball games, it's to always keep your eyes open and look for opportunities to see our favorite players.  I suggested a quick "roll up" next to the car (well, parallel with it since it was across the street).  Even though the windows were deeply tinted, it was pretty apparent that it was none other than Miguel Cabrera behind the wheel.  He looked our way, but I'm not one to approach and get an autograph (in retrospect, I wish we would have gotten a picture but c'est la vie), so I did what any Tigress would do.  I shouted, "Have a good game" and blew him a kiss. He gave me the wave and smiled.  I seem to be yelling things to players, coaches, GMs a lot lately.  It's my new M.O.

After a quick bite downstairs at Hockeytown, we headed up to the roof for our pants party.  We happen to be the first people there, and were handsomely rewarded with some Zubaz glasses.  They are extremely cool and kind of hard to see out of.

We also snagged bottle and can koozies, a bottle opener, and some type of light up necklace.  Once the party got started, we found out that there was no trivia contest this year, just a raffle for additional prizes.  Kind of a bummer since we had studied in the car and I had written things down of importance (Cabby has 340 total home runs, George Mullin was the last Tiger to start 10-0, etc).  The raffle ticket did serve a purpose though, I tried to stick it to my forehead.  I have a very strange belief that things will stick to my forehead, like it's caked in tape like the Sticky Bandits.  Good news is, the ticket only fell in my drink once.  We didn't win any prizes this year, but that's ok.  Let the other fans have a chance to win.

The best part of any party though is meeting new friends.  We met a lot of people who were jealous of our pants, a group of girls who had snack necklaces to help them fuel up (Cheez-its, peanuts, and pretzels strung on yarn, great idea, or greatest idea?), a friendly guy from Constantine, and two wonderful ladies from Canada who kept making fun of my accent.

I personally don't Twitter (or tweet or twit or whatever) but we were the official picture of Zubaz pants day yesterday on Tigers Twitter.  The guy in charge of Twitter even came to find us at the park to let us know.  In fact, they remembered us from last year.  That's how you know that you lived Zubaz pants day the right way.

Look ma, I'm on Twitter

Aside from all the awesome that the League had, soft J hit a walk off home run to end the game.  Nothing tastes so good as a walk off home run to start the series.  I also hear that Cabby was jumping around like a ten year old on his first All Star team.  Must have been the encouragement he got before the game.