Dad and I hit up the baseball game at Comerica Park last night. We ended up getting some upgraded-superstar seats because lets face it, when you hang out with my dad, good things happen. He is just that sorta guy. As he says, "It pays to be a good person."

Despite me spilling my beer, accidentally dropping a peanut down some kid's shirt (sorry kid, snack for later?) and the Tiger's losing, we had a great time!

Portrait of dad, portrait of me.

The next door neighbor.