At Curtis Granderson. Seriously.
Last night, we "paused" the Tigers-Indians game while me, My Man and the Super Librarian parents ate dinner. And boy howdy, I'm glad we did. Curtis Granderson. Love of my life. Stud muffin. Not-so-secret crush. Robs Grady Sizemore of a hero-making walk-off homerun in the bottom of the 9th inning. Tigers win. Indians lose. Sizemore cries himself to sleep that night.
OK, so I'm not so sure about that last part. But a girl can dream.
Needless to say everyone in the Bat Cave living room (well except for Mom who was covering her ears) had thrown their arms up in the air and were whooping and carrying on. Beyond awesome.
And yeah, I know the Indian announcers suck....but I couldn't find video of the Tigers announcers who were suitably freaking out.