say it with pie

Photo by radiospike photography.

On the weekend, me and Pete took his little brother to his first Blue Jays game. But not in Toronto, in Detroit where they were playing a four-game series with the Tigers. Have you ever been in Detroit? It’s CRAAAAAAZY. Like, abandoned skyscrapers crazy.

Only a narrow stretch of river separates Windsor from Detroit, but you can feel the cultural divide as soon as you cross that bridge/tunnel from Canada to America. I have fairly limited travel experience in the United States, and I don’t think New York City is really a great indicator of what the rest of America is like, so I was pretty shocked to see that these Americans were noticeably fatter than Canadians. And people had accents! Just like the stereotype!

Best thing I saw while I was there? The runner up is the whole group of Tigers fans who were double-fisting beer and frozen daiquiris. A Bud Light in one hand an a lime daiquiri in the other is the American Dream. The winner is the tough-looking guy who had a Keith Haring tattoo on his shoulder surrounded by a tribal design. I doubt he had any idea that the artist was a gay icon and AIDS activist. Ha ha!