Worst Game I Ever Attended

Even though it was four years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday. The air was crisp, and the wind was howling. As we got close to the park, the crowd began to increase with thousands of fans flocking from all over Detroit. As my family and I waited at the entrance gate, I began to wonder how the experience would turn out. Would we have good seats? Would we win? Will there be any exciting moments? It would soon become apparent, however, that none of these questions would matter. What started as a normal trip to a ballgame quickly became much more, and it’s something I’ll never forget.

             I’ve been to many Detroit Tigers games in my life, but this one would be different. There are many reasons why this experience sticks in my mind more than the others, but I’ll start with the normal events. The Tigers were playing the San Francisco Giants, who would eventually win the World Series that year. As always, the first thing my family does is find our seats, that way we can get a glimpse as to what we’ll see that night. We had great seats down the third base line, only five rows from the field! After we found our seats, we decided to walk around see what we could do before the game started. I remember going into gift shops, playing the “guess your speed” pitching simulator, and grabbing something to eat. After my family and I did all that, we went back to our seats and waited for the game to start. I had no idea, however, that this was going to be the one of the worst nights of my life.

            The first three innings were as close to normal as possible. The game was back and forth, with each team scoring two runs each. Everything was shaping up to be a great night. Then, it happened. The wind started to pick up, and clouds began to role in. A few moments later, the rumble of thunder began to start. When this happened, the crowd, including me, started to act restless. Even though some people began to head for the exits, a majority of the people stayed in the stadium. That decision to stay has been a question I still ask myself to this day. About five minutes after the thunder started, the sky began to light up with flashes of lighting in the background. Right after that, the rain started to fall from the sky. It wasn’t raining, it was pouring! It got so bad that the cement became the floor of a mini-pool. The torrential downpour made me feel like I was in a rainforest, with no escape from it.

After an hour of waiting for the rain to stop, the game resumed. When my family returned to our seats, they looked like beach chairs that sat on the shore of Lake Michigan. To make matters worse, the game got ugly. San Francisco decided to hit everything in sight, as they scored 8 runs the next inning. After a total of six hours at Comerica Park, and at 1:30 in the morning, the game had finally ended. The final score was 11-3 San Francisco. Not only did Detroit get crushed, but I, along with thousands of other Tiger fans, got soaked in the process. This is hands down the worst game I’ve ever attended.