I remember the smell of Tiger Stadium.

Go on, laugh, I’ll wait…

Maybe its the romantic in me, but a ball field should have a certain, let’s call it, odor. In little league it was chalk, freshly mowed grass, dirt and sweat. Tiger Stadium smelled like that, with a bit of beer and well, y’know thrown in. Comerica Park, none of that. Anyway, The Beaner got to experience his first Tiger’s game over the past weekend. He seemed to have fun, but on more than one occasion asked if he could watch the hockey game instead. That’s my boy.

I just hope Bean remembers the smell of The Joe after they tear that down too.

Went to the UM Natural History Museum over the weekend. Our first encounter with full size dinosaurs (well, their fossils anyway) seemed to leave quite an impression. You should hear him say “mastadon”, otherwise known as “the two things with the big tusks”.