Detroit — The early wakeup call. The rare Bud Light before noon. The rare second Bud Light before noon. The crowds. The smiles. The first ballpark frank. The bunting. The seventh-inning stretch (or wobble). The smell of the great outdoors. The optimism, oh, that optimism.
Opening Day in Detroit, there really is nothing like it.
And this year, there literally is nothing like it.
"For the past few years, Opening Day was a time to go home and visit my parents and see some old friends," said Birmingham native Frederick Link, 44, who lives in Zurich, Switzerland.