There are only a couple times each year that I truly feel like an outsider in Cincinnati -- when U of M plays Ohio State (GO BLUE!!!) and on Opening Day.

So, what's a baseball lover and Detroit fan to do in a sea of Reds?
I had to answer that age-old question this morning as I selected my outfit for the day, knowing full well that a Reds shirt meant a casual day at work (and c'mon, the Catholic schooler in me can't pass up a jeans day for ANYTHING), but not wanting to fully embrace Reds mania.
Of course, this isn't the first time I've had to wrestle with my baseball allegiances. After all, for most of 2009 and part of 2010, I lived a block from Wrigley Field. This was kind of cool because, well, it's Wrigley Field -- but I can't express in words how much I hate the Cubs. Seriously. To really convey how much I hate the Cubs, you'd have to see me in person. When they're mentioned, I scrunch up my face, roll my eyes, say something obnoxious about the most obnoxious team in baseball, then start to wax poetic about the wonders of the Tigers.

Tigers, Cubs, Reds -- in the end, I guess it doesn't really matter. Above everything else, I love baseball. I love stadiums. I love hotdogs and beer. So this morning, I pulled on my Reds shirt and hung up my Detroit hat. I'll always be a Tigers fan -- and when they play the Reds in June, you bet I'll be chanting "Eat 'em up!!!" at all three games -- but as long as the Reds and the Tigs are in different leagues, there can be room in my heart for both.
Happy Opening Day!!!