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.

• -Jersey number of hockey player Kris Draper
• -A song by The Smashing Pumpkins
• -The coming of age of a hobbit
• -Vertebrae of the human spine when the bones that form the coccyx are counted individually
• -Jesus’s age when he was crucified in 33 A.D. (wait, didn’t I say that last year too?)
• -The age in which I would exist in heaven (yeah, like that’s gonna happen)
• -The atomic number of arsenic

Happy Birthday to me. Now where did I put my glasses?