Last night as the Detroit Tigers wrapped up the AL Central title for the first time since 1987 (which I didn't see because I was stationed overseas), I had a flashback to 1966 when my Great Grandfather, Great Uncle, Dad, brother and I went to a Tigers game in Detroit. I can't tell you who won that game back in 1966, I can't tell you who the Tigers played. I can tell you that I sat between my Great Grandfather and my Great Uncle and my uncle bought me a hotdog (because "the best hotdogs in the world are sold at baseball games"), and my Great Grandfather bought me a pennant. Funny how a one time happening, 45 years ago, can be held so fondly in one's memory.
You see where you went wrong don't you? The best hotdogs are not sold at baseball games. They're sold at a little shop in Americus, Georgia called Monroes. LOL
David, that's what Uncle Gerald told me. I believe the best freaking hotdogs in the world are the Pretzel Dogs made with Nathan's Hotdogs! Whenever in DC or the Houston airport, I make sure I get one of these bad boys!
