NYM Star Wars Day 2019

May 25, 2019

We arrived at the game way later than intended and Lisa was convinced that we weren't going to get our Robinson Cano-bi bobblehead (although truthfully, at this point, he had been such a dumpster fire for the Mets). We headed to our new secret gate and there was hardly any line! We got our bobbleheads easily!

We immediately rushed to the Bullpen Plaza because that's where the characters always go to take pictures. When we got there, there was no one there but a bunch of little leaguers and an adorable bullpen cart.

After a very intense line of questioning in which we water boarded several employees while forcing them to listen to Justin Bieber, we discovered that none of the characters would be taking photos or coming to the Plaza at all. The Plaza was for the little leaguers today. While we do not have anything against little leaguers, why would we want to hang out in the Plaza with them? The Star Wars characters are more important than the stupid bobblehead! This was devastating.We headed toward Mr. Met's spot, hoping that all was not lost.

Behold! He was there and dressed as Luke Skywalker! It would've been better had he chosen Yoda or Darth Vader or even Han Solo again, but we suppose that beggars can't be choosers. As soon as we jumped on the line, Mr. Met's handlers declared us the last. For once, someone was out there keeping an eye on us and wanted us to be happy on Star Wars Day. Or that person didn't want to read yet another blog post of us belly aching about bull sh*t that doesn't matter to anyone else.

 

Lisa made it a point to purchase tickets with access to the Jim Beam Suite so that we could sample new food items. Apparently, we decided to go ape sh*t while we were there and ordered everything. Pepperoni cupcakes were 3 for $10 and a double order of the Destination Dumplings with two flavors (Korean bbq and jerk chicken) for $15. 

 

 

When we finished eating all of that, we decided that we also needed churros and mini doughnuts, but thankfully for our figures and wallets, they ran out of mini doughnuts. That didn't stop us from buying the churros though.

 

We couldn't just leave it like that like normal people. We had to keep going. Money was apparently burning a hole in our pockets. The bar served beer in a collectible stein for $18/each and we had to have them.

Finally, we headed towards our seats (but not before double checking the mini-doughnut stand again to make sure that they didn't get a miraculous shipment in). On our way, we happened by a small team store selling Mr. and Mrs. Met foam fingers. Prior to this discovery, Lisa had specifically requested that Serena prevent her from spending any more money on random souvenirs because she spent $54 on two different Mets' hats on Game of Thrones Night. Yet, here we were standing in another team store with Lisa holding two foam faces that were $15/each. Serena dutifully reminded Lisa of their earlier conversation (albeit, not very sternly). We tried to negotiate with the cashier because $15 for both foam faces is excessive. He found us hilarious, yet denied us anyway. We asked for coupons. There were none. So, Lisa paid full price for both of them because how do you pick one over the other?

They're pretty magical, but jeez. $30 for two round orange sponges? Are you serious, Mets?

We arrived at our seats.

 

Our seat neighbor was super friendly and loved baseball and the Mets. It was adorable. We weren't too sure about his situation as he was sitting with five other people - two younger kids, two women, and another man. We couldn't tell if they were family, friends, or if one of the women was a spouse or girlfriend. The woman disliked us for whatever reason considering our behavior during the game was relatively mild for us. He was nice enough to take a bunch of ridiculous photos of us for the blog.

 

 

 

 

 

Serena spent the entire time talking in what she deemed "Mrs. Met's voice." She spoke in that voice for so long that it took her two days to stop.

You may or may not be surprised to hear that we got hungry again and ended up getting wings in a collectible helmet because we needed another helmet. Obviously.

 

And also more beer.

The game went into extra innings, which is borderline offensive because the Tigers are so bad this year, but luckily we had new toys to keep us occupied as the game lingered on.

 The Mets won because Serena forgot her hat, which we're starting to suspect is hexed. She can never wear the hat again...unless of course, the Mets suddenly lose a game she attends without her hat. Then all bets are off.

Comerica Park

Comerica Park
2100 Woodward Avenue
Detroit, MI 48201

September 21, 2018

Since we did the guided tour of the park earlier that day, we didn't have to get to the game too early. We got there around 6:00 for a 7:10 pm game time. After snapping our countdown photo outside the gates, we headed inside to take all of our photos of childish things.

 

 

 

 

The Big Cat Court turned out to be where all of the best things are, but we'll get into more on that later. We stopped here specifically to ride the tiger carrousel for $2.

 

 

From here, we knew we wanted to ride the ferris wheel, so we headed in that direction. On the way, we passed the FOX Sports guys.

And also, this crap:

 

 

The ferris wheel was close by and also cost $2.

 

 

 

 

 

Someone recommended to Lisa that she get the margarita yard stick. She loves margaritas, so this felt like a no brainer. She ordered the Tiger Fuel, which is basically creamsicle flavored. Unfortunately, she can't tell us if there was rum or tequila in the drink because the woman at the counter was the rudest woman that we met in the entire trip (everyone else has been super, super nice) and had zero information. Plus, Lisa could hardly taste any alcohol. The drink cost $11 and there was no Detroit logo on the cup, which was disappointing.

We had taken a guided tour of the ball park earlier that day and wanted to say hello to our tour guide, Bob, so we headed up to the Pepsi Porch where he was stationed.

 

 

It was almost game time by this point, so we rushed to get to our seats. The pitching matchup was Ian Kennedy against Francisco Liriano and the game was total trash. Just trash. It was a painful first half to watch.

 

The sad part is that no one was at the game. It's such a beautiful park and there's no one there to enjoy it. We understand that the team is bad, but there's so much to do and eat at the park! And there really isn't a bad seat in the house.

 

In the 4th, a group of Chevy's race around the field.

After the race, we decided to find food. Lisa read an article that talked a lot about a brisket stuffed corn muffin and she knew she had to have it. Most of the people we talked to at the game, including Bob, agreed that we would most likely would find it in the Big Cat Court (even though none of them actually heard of it themselves). In the Big Cat Court, Serena got excited about a lot of things - the Greek stand's loaded fries, specialty hot dog stand, Gurnsey's ice cream stand (which served legit ice cream in a helmet cup instead of soft serve), and a fried food stand that offered Nutella and apple pie stuffed egg rolls and elephant ears in addition to the traditional chicken fingers. There was a lot. But no stuffed corn bread.

Serena was torn between the loaded fries or the hot dogs.

 

 

She ran excitedly back and forth between both and ended up settling on the hot dogs. While she stood on line, Lisa went in search for the corn muffin. Torn between the An Ode to Detroit and Mac Daddy Dogs, Serena ended up buying both. And then eating both. For $6.75 each. The hot dogs themselves were okay, but the mac and cheese and brisket was delicious.

 

 

Lisa returned from her search disappointed. No one had been able to help her find the corn muffin. In fact, one employee directed her back to the Big Cat Court. She was starting to wonder if this was an urban legend. She vowed that if we did find it, she'd share its location with the masses so that others wouldn't suffer as she suffered. Finally, one employee at the hot dog stand actually knew what she was talking about and solved the mystery.

So here it is. The secret. The brisket stuffed corn muffin can be found at Beer Hall near section 134 and the ferris wheel. It cost Lisa $7.50.

Unfortunately, Lisa wasn't in love. The brisket and cheese really sat on top of the muffin instead of stuffed inside the muffin like advertised. The brisket was chewy, but the muffin was very good. She also felt like there needed to be more brisket in order to meet the expectations she had hyped it up to inside her head.

As if all of the food we ate wasn't enough, before we headed back to our seats, we decided we needed ice cream because it was real and not soft serve. For $6.50, we got three scoops in a helmet. The ice cream was delicious, but we feel like they needed more variety in their flavors: vanilla, chocolate, raspberry vanilla swirl, butter pecan, cookies n cream, and mint chip. Five of the six flavors are vanilla-based. It's just a little odd.

The Tigers nearly had a walk off, but then f*cked it up with two outs and men on first and second. It was depressing. The final score was 4-3. We stayed after to enjoy the postgame fireworks.