So, I went to a Detroit Tiger's game this past week - quite the experience. The preface of the story doesn't matter, and neither does the game; even though they sucked and lost. The true story in the game was not the pitching, batting, managing, or redonculousness of food prices; no, it was the weather.
That day exhibited the truest truth of our grand ol' state: the random baffling weather. When we arrived at the game it was 67 and raining for the first hour or so (before the game started). It was cloudy, cold, and miserable. As the time progressed and the rain continued, it got hot. Yes, it was the weirdest feeling ever, I was actually burning up while being rained on. I didn't know what to do; should I keep my hoodie on or off?! Also, even though it was cloudy and no sun or sky could be seen, the sun's presence was so strongly felt that no one could look up for it would hurt their eyes. Then, the rain stopped, and as time went on it got hotter and the clouds magically disappeared. This was all good and dandy except for the fact that it got so hot that we ended up sweating and some even had to put on sun screen in fear of burning (after previously wishing they had brought extra clothes because they were freezing, mind you).
Well, after the game, the clouds came back, it got cool again and proceeded to rain. Upon returning back to where I work and dropping the kids off, the heat was back, the clouds were gone, and I was in pure discombobulation waiting for the snow to come....Only in Michigan.
