When I was a kid, I lived about 2.5 hours from the original home of the Detroit Tiger's. Back then I used to watch the games with my Grandfather. It was always a special time.
During my 8th summer, my Dad and Grandfather decided to treat me to a surprise. We had to get up early one day, and piled into the car. I didn't know where we were going, and it seemed like a long ride, but they had packed some food for the ride, so it wasn't to bad.
I had never been to Detroit, but I did recognize the signs, and as we got nearer, I began to suspect where we were going. Sure enough we had tickets to the Tigers. We sat in the bleachers, and it was a magical day. I had no idea how big the ball park really was until I saw it for the first time.
Sadly, my Grandfather who had been a life long fan passed in 1984 before the Tigers went all the way, but my Dad and I watched the World Series win on TV and cherished his memory, and that special day.