The internet is a funny thing. And I’m not just talking about the comments section at mLive. What I mean is, you never know when something silly is going to take on a life of its own.
So I wrote about my trip to Opening Day yesterday. It was meant as nothing more than a rundown of the happenings of my day. I was hoping that a few of you would get a laugh out of it. Nothing more. Just like anything else I write here.
But it’s really getting around including being reprinted on Deadspin earlier today. That’s insane to me, since I have massive respect and constantly rip off many of the writers affiliated with them. I’d like to thank Barry at Deadspin, Craig Calcaterra of Hardball Talk, Matt Sussman, the rest of the BYB crew, Phil Coke’s Brain, and others that found humor in the story and shared it with people.
Of course, I’m getting quite the backlash, too. “You’re a pussy, quit whining.” “It’s Opening Day, what do you expect?” “Get better seats next time.” “Stay home, asshole.” Etc.
Blow me. You missed the point. I just thought it all made a fun story. I understand that drunks at Opening Day are not a unique experience, not in Detroit or anywhere else. I can’t control how folks take things, but being a whiner wasn’t my intention. If I went crying to the Tigers about the day begging for tickets or a pint of Don Kelly’s blood, then yes, then I would be a whiner and feel the need to beat my own ass with a crowbar.
A Tigers rep did reach out to me, by the way. But I let him know that I wanted nothing from them and they did nothing wrong. In fact, every Tigers employee I’ve had the pleasure of dealing with over the years, whether in person or online, has been nothing but amazing. Mike Ilitch is a class act and his organization seems to be built in his image. Great folks are working for the Tigers and the real people that should have legit complaints are those that were unfortunate to be working yesterday.
But I wasn’t alone. I’ve received dozens of emails and messages from people that had similar or worse experiences yesterday. I’ve heard from families, guys, girls, and even the priest of one of the churches near Comerica. And I want to thank each of you for your comments on the situation. There are a lot of great, decent Tigers fans out there. As someone that attends a dozen or so games a year, I know this for a fact.
So again, as it says at the top right of this site, don’t take everything so serious on here. Attempting to write a humorous summary of a rough day at the park does not automatically make me a whining crybaby from OHIO daring to bash the entire Tigers fanbase. You’re doing it wrong. But if that’s what you think, you’re a gash and can go get fucked with a railroad spike.
Again, thanks to my readers with an IQ higher than their waist size, the other writers out there, and the great people that work for the Tigers.
Sometimes a silly story is nothing but that…a silly story.
Hopefully my 15 minutes of uncomfortable fame will be done by this weekend and we can back to me making unfair comments about other people’s work again. Like the way it should be.