Friday, September 30, 2011

Rainy Day Thoughts

So Game One has been postponed until tomorrow due to a monsoon. Reason #7498 why New York sucks.

Here's a few scattered notes from the inning and a half of baseball we did get to see.

What Frightens Me About the Yankees

I'm going to try and keep this pretty short and sweet today since I'm sure everyone's already sick of reading previews for the Yankees/Tigers series. 

Colin Cowherd will not shut up today that the Tigers have no chance against the Yankees. That shouldn't surprise anyone because Cowherd has the brain of a dead squirrel. But most experts agree that the Yanks are the superior team. None of this bothers me because none of these "experts" have watched one Tigers game this season, I'm willing to bet. The Tigers match up with the Bombers just fine.

The Yankee "mystique" doesn't bother me either. Curses, ghosts, mystique, and the other mumbo jumbo the Fox/TBS announcers will be babbling about this postseason are nothing but creations of the media. They matter about as much to baseball games as the Easter Bunny does.

And God's only son, Derek Jeter, doesn't scare me. Any sane person knows that Jeter is only a shadow of the overrated player he used to be. The same goes for Jorge Posada. Only Granderson and Tex really scare me in their lineup. Maybe Cano.

No, what worries me, especially for tonight, is what I call "Yankee-ball". The Yankees are famous for their patience and fouling balls off. This is the kryptonite to Justin Verlander's Superman act. If the Yankees work counts and foul pitches off, they could easily have JV up to 100 pitches by the 5th or 6th inning. That's why Justin has to be aggressive, yet smart tonight. And if JV leaves early, the Tigers have decided to take Brad Penny for long relief because they are stupid. We're screwed, then.

The other aspect of "Yankee-ball" is the slowing down of the game. If an opposing offense starts gaining momentum, the NY pitcher will slow down. The catcher will visit the mound. Then the pitching coach. Then Girardi. This is why Yankee games all take 4 1/2 hours to play and umpires let them get away with it because they're all too busy asking Jeter if they can have an autograph or smell his penis. The Tigers must not let this silly nonsense rattle them.

The Tigers must avoid "Yankee-ball" if they can, not get rattled by the Vinny's and Joey's in that filthy Yankee crowd, and just play their own game.

If they do that, they could sweep this sumbitch. Screw Cowherd and the other media haters.

I'll talk to you all after the game.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Swimming In the Tears of Red Sox Nation

Wednesday night is being called by many as the greatest night of regular season baseball ever. And it’s hard to argue. New York, Boston, and Atlanta were all one out away from victory and all blew it. Tampa Bay had one of the most exciting and emotional comeback wins ever. Our Tigers closed out their season be sweeping the Tribe AGAIN, with Papa Grande continuing to be perfect out of the pen and Miguel Cabrera slugging his way to the AL batting title. So much fun baseball was played yesterday.

But nothing was more fun to me than watching the Red Sox finish there September to Remember Forget by pissing away their playoff chances against the Orioles. It was glorious.

In the rankings of the worst people in the world, the top three goes like this…

3. Rapists
2. Child Killers
1. (tie) Boston Fans/Steelers Fans

Yes sharing the title currently with trashy Steeler fans are the racist, obnoxious, turn-their-back-on-a-player-in-a-heartbeat Boston mouth-breathers as the worst of the worst. I wish I could have a taste of each one of their tears.

So join me today as I sort through the written word leaders of Red Sawx Nation as they cry, whine, and try to garner sympathy from the rest of us. Sorry, guys. We fell for this nonsense from you pricks for years leading up to 2004. You pissed any and all goodwill away with us since then.

Many of the Boston Red Sox media members are household names. But so is garbage…and it stinks when it gets old, too. Today I kick them while they’re down. They deserve it.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Tiger Droppings: End of 2011 Season Edition

Happy Last Day ‘o’ the Season, boys and girls. Your Tigers are going to the playoffs, yet still don’t know when, where, or who they’ll play. As of now, it looks like they’ll be opening on Friday night in New York against the dreaded ESPN Yankees. More on that later.

I’ve got a few subjects to cover today including guys with something to prove, the previously mentioned Yanks, Kirk Gibson (the real one) having a showdown with an enemy of DNR, Tom Verducci of SI’s awards voting, and more.

So let’s get going, eh?

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Meanwhile...In Chicago...

AJ PIERZYNSKI: Dude, I can’t believe this. Did you hear? Ozzie’s outta here! He’s going to the Marlins! This is crazy! Can you believe it?
JESSE CRAIN: Yup. Don’t care. Go away.

PIERZYNSKI: Whaddya mean you don’t care? This is Ozzie Guillen we’re talking about! He’s this team’s identity! He’s the fiery passion of the White Sox! Without Ozzie, we might as well be the Astros, man. No one’s gonna pay attention to us now. I bet the Cubs are ecstatic about this.

CRAIN: Quit talking to me, AJ. I hate you. And this team.

PIERZYNSKI: Yeah, that’s another thing. Who else is going to put up with my stupid nonsense without Ozzie here? I’m screwed, dude.

CRAIN: Good. I hope you die.

PIERZYNSKI: Thanks, dude. Means a lot that you’re trying to cheer me up with jokes.

CRAIN: No, I’m serious. I hope you get hit by a street cleaner. Or stabbed to death by a maniac fan. Whatever.

/loud cursing and Spanish heard in hallway

PIERZYNSKI: Here he comes now! Oh, I hope this really isn’t the end…

/door starts to shoot open

Monday, September 26, 2011

Miguel Cabrera: Shutting Up the Haters

Here’s a few things that were written about Miguel Cabrera in Spring Training after his DUI arrest in Florida.

Has the alcoholism for which Miguel Cabrera was treated more than a year ago gripped him so severely that a magnificent baseball player's career, at age 27, is threatened by a disease so unrelenting? –Lynn Henning, Detroit News

And he skated once again, the Pussy Cats happy to enable the player to whom they’ll pay more than $100 million over the next five years because it’s so much easier than holding him accountable. –Jeff Passan, Yahoo

The Tigers are tied to Cabrera because the remaining money in his contract is guaranteed to him under baseball’s collective bargaining agreement. His trade value is diminished for now, and the Tigers cannot cut somone of his immense production without handcuffing their franchise for the remainder of the deal. –Alan Babbitt, Holland Sentinel

(Cabrera is) a public menace. –Mitch Album, Detroit Free Press

…the Tigers should seek voiding the remaining five years -- and $107 million -- of his contract. –Drew Sharp

I mocked them at the time for these statements. You can review those and more of me mocking the haters here, here, here, and here if you like.

Do you “highly respected” reporter jerkoffs remember when you all wrote that crap? I do.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Shame on Justin Verlander for Overshadowing Other MVP Candidates

I don’t care much for Ken Rosenthal.

Why does Ken bother me? After all, the guy was voted Maryland Sportswriter of the Year five separate times. He’s been Fox’s lead field reporter for baseball games for nearly a decade. He seems like a nice enough guy. He’s involved with raising awareness for several charities.

No, I just don’t like Ken because when he talks, I don’t believe a word he says. He sounds fake and forced to me. Like a used car salesman…that’s hiding a body in the trunk of one of the cars he’s selling. And when he smiles, it’s creepy and phony.

Also, I don’t trust any man wearing a bow tie. From Pee-Wee Herman to Tucker Carlson to the shady waiter at a wedding reception…something about the bow tie makes me uneasy and apprehensive. I’m weird, I know.

And in Ken’s new piece at Fox Sports on Justin Verlander and the MVP race, to me he gives me more reasons not to trust him.

And this annoys me.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

What "Who's Your EX Tiger" Says About You

A week ago, I did this piece on what “Who’s Your Tiger” says about you. Kind of like a horoscope/stereotype/racial profiling thing. Whatever. Please give it a quick read so you know what I’m talking about here. I’ll wait.

/checks watch

Good enough. Well, since writing that, I keep hearing from some people that don’t consider “their Tiger” to be on the current team. It’s a Tiger from the past that still holds a special place in their heart. Fair enough.

So, today’s the same deal as last time. I’ll list a bunch of ex-Tigers and we’ll see how accurate I am in describing the kind of person that would enjoy them.

So, once again, try to relax. Take several deep breaths. Down a handful of pills with some vodka. Watch an episode of “iCarly” with no pants on. Again, whatever it is you need to do to calm yourself. Then close your eyes and imagine your favorite ex-Tiger…

Who did you see in your mind? And what does this say about you?

Let’s take a look.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Most Important Player in the World for the Tigers

No, not him. But yeah, he’s obviously important, too. And interesting.

Going into the playoffs, every player on the Tigers is going to be vital. They’ll all have their roles to play, whether it’s Miguel Cabrera showing the world how awesome his is at the plate, Jose Valverde continuing to be perfect in save opportunities, and all the way down to Don Kelly showing everyone how…whatever it is he does.

But if Detroit’s going to make it to the World Series and beyond, I think there’s one guy under the microscope more than any other, at least to me. If he fails, I can’t see this team making it past the ALCS…if they make it that far.

Who is it? Hint: It’s not Will Rhymes.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Catfight: 1987 Tigers vs. 2011 Tigers

So your Detroit Tigers are the AL Central Division champs. Feels nice, doesn’t it? And as every single article written about this fact has no doubt told you, this is the first divisional championship the team has won since 1987. But for poops and giggles, overall, how does this current crop of Tigers stand up to those Tigers that fought off the Blue Jays to win the AL East 24 years ago?

I did this last month using one day’s lineup with each team, but since we’ve clinched, I thought it would be interesting to compare the entire teams against each other this time around.
That, my friends (and commenters that say I’m the Anitchrist at mLive), is the subject of today’s Catfight.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Strange Day at the Vet's Office

LITTLE GIRL: Is Mittens going to be okay, Dr. Foster?
DR. FOSTER: Your kitty should be fine, Sweetie. These operations are very common in animals and Mittens should be good in no time. Just like this doggie. He had the same operation.

LITTLE GIRL: I hope so. That “Price is Right” guy said we should do this to Mittens. He wouldn’t lie, would he? I don’t want Mittens to go to Kitty Heaven.

DR. FOSTER: Haha…he’ll be fine, honey. I’ve been a vet for over ten years. And I’ve never lost a doggie or a kitty to such an operation. Tell you what…go sit with your mommy over there and we’ll bring you a lollypop while you wait. Okay?


DR. FOSTER: Haha…all right. Okay, what’s next today?

/vet’s office doors fly open

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Tigers Playoff Roster Speculation

Since the Tigers have actually clinched the AL Central, I finally feel comfortable talking about the playoff roster. People have been speculating for weeks on who will make the 25 man squad or not, but I’ve been trying to put it off. Jinxes are a bitch, you know.

So for the first time for myself, I thought I’d take a look at who I think is in and where some decisions need to be made.

2011 AL Central Champions!

"When Love and Hate Collide"

They did it. Those choking, squandering, collapsing bastards did it. Eat it, Cleveland. Suck it, Chicago. Die in a grease fire, Minnesota.'re the Royals, Kansas City.

For the first time since 1987, your Detroit Tigers have won their divison. This has been a heck of an emotional night for everyone and I'm proud to be a Tigers fan. 

A sincere thank you from Your Party Host to every member of the Tiger organization. Even Don Kelly.

Obviously, this is only the beginning. Hopefully, it's the beginning of something really special.

Much more to come. Stay tuned.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

What "Who's Your Tiger?" Says About You

Around a year ago, I started going out with this one girl. She was sweet, funny, and very beautiful. Things were good for a couple months, but eventually we realized that we didn’t really click, or whatever, and we went our separate ways. It was for the best…

/starts sobbing uncontrollably for 20 minutes

Ahem…where was I? Oh, yeah. Well, one of the things about her that was odd to me was her fascination with astrology, horoscopes, etc. The idea that when you were born affects your personality and your relationships with other people born on certain days…well, I’m not sure if I buy into all that. I think there might be a lot of coincidences, sure, but I don’t think anyone’s personality or whatnot is set in stone with their zodiac sign.

However, I do think you can tell a lot about a person by their interests and likes as a person. For example, if you tell me your brother is into riding Harleys, I’m going to assume that he has a thing for black leather and tattoos, and probably is a homophobe. It might not be true, but it probably is.

What does any of this crap have to do with baseball or the Tigers? Well, I think one can figure out what kind of person someone is just by knowing who their favorite Tiger is. Of course, this won’t be 100% accurate, but I’m confident that more often than not, it’ll be right on.

So do me a favor and relax. Sip a beer, take a rip off your bong, smack your spouse, whatever you have to do to chill out. Close your eyes and ask yourself, “Who’s My Tiger?”

Who appeared in your mind?

Now let’s analyze your choice.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A "Legendary" Tip of the Cap

With the Tigers pulling away in the AL Central the past couple weeks, the mighty troll army has seemingly been silenced (for now). Jim Leyland is no longer a clueless moron. He is suddenly a master strategist who manages his players like some gifted puppet master. Dave Dombrowski is no longer the “Dumbrowski” of old…oh no. He is now GM of the Year with his acquisitions of Wilson Betemit, Doug Fister, and Delmon Young.

Jeff Jones is being seen as an improvement suddenly over former “scapegoat” Rick Knapp while coaching the pitchers. Even Gene Lamont hasn’t had as many people wishing he’d get hit by a bus lately for his senior moments coaching third. And Tom Brookens…no one hates Tom Brookens. 1984 will do that for a guy.

It’s amazing what a winning streak will do to shut up the critics.

But there’s still one guy that I haven’t seen get any love from anyone, except the eternally optimistic Rod Allen (who could probably find a way to compliment Hitler if he tried). The man has received nothing but scorn from a large segment of Tiger fans over the past few years and it’s high time someone said something nice about him.

I’m your guy. I see you, Lloyd McClendon.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Are the Saber Nerds Out to Get Justin Verlander?

The “Justin Verlander for MVP” talk continues in various baseball media outlets around the country. “Does he deserve it despite being a pitcher?” “Shouldn’t an everyday player get more consideration?” “Who are these mysterious Tigers anyway? I only know the Yanks and Sawx.” (Tony Kornheiser)

I recently said that Jose Bautista would be my choice for AL MVP. The guy’s numbers are unreal and the Blue Jays would have approximately 9 wins this year without him, by my count. But I’m not going to fault anyone for choosing Verlander this year. As someone that has witnessed each and every start the guy’s made this year, no one understands his value more than I do. So if Bautista wins, Verlander wins, or even Adrian Gonzalez or Jacoby Ellsbury win, I won’t be angry. It really is that close of a race this year. Just don’t give it to Derek Jeter.

Well in regards to this MVP race, ancient cranky-pants sportswriter Jerry Green of the Detroit News chimed in with his two cents (wheat pennies, no doubt). And while I respect his choosing of JV as MVP, his reasoning for why Justin might not win it is, well…judge for yourself.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Tigers Decide To Go Streaking

With Sunday’s 2-1 victory over the artists formerly known as the Minnesota Twins, the Detroit Tigers have now won nine games in a row. Nine games, people.

This hasn’t happened to the Tigers since May of 1984.
"Exsqueeze me? A bacon powder?"

May of 1984, kids.

Let’s put this in perspective.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Brain Farts from @PhilCokesBrain, Vol 3

I went with my family to an apple orchard today. That's right. Me, the bloody antichrist, with my mother and my 7 year old surrounded by happy kids, ponies, goats, and apples. Then my long lost brother Scott Sizemore hit a pinch hit grand slam for the A's. Then, Brandon Inge hit a game winning walkoff homer for Detroit. And right now, my Fighting Irish have taken an early 14-0 lead over your smelly Wolverines.

My point is, up is down, left is right, and I don't know what to think anymore. Luckily for me, my good friend and yours, Twitter sensation @PhilCokesBrain, left a submission in my inbox for your enjoyment. Thank goodness.

But before we get to this installment of @Phil's Brain Farts, let me say NO. No I do not know who his true identity is. And if I did, I still wouldn't tell you jerks. Ha...enjoy.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Yet Another Visit from Rogo-nac

(If you're unfamiliar with the old "Carnac" bits from Johnny Carson's Tonight Show, here's a clip so you can catch up.  For the rest of you, here's today's bastardized version of it.)

Welcome, ladies and germs. It’s time once again for a visit the Great Stranger from the East. He is the seer of all seers, a legend in his own mind, and Cleveland’s favorite blogger. The Milky Way has no star brighter than Rogo-nac the Tremendous!

/Rogo-nac enters and trips on the stage

Are you okay, oh clumsy one?

I’m just fine. Please proceed before the Tigers fire another minor league official.

Of course, oh wise one. Now, I hold in my hand a large stack of envelopes. Even “Country” Joe West isn’t blind enough to see that they have been hermetically sealed and have been kept hidden in the Progressive Field bleachers where no one would possibly find them. No one knows the contents of these envelopes, but YOU, in your mystical and borderline-divine way, will ascertain the answers having never before seen the questions. Are you ready, sir?

I shall do my best.

Hermetically sealed…

I understand.

In the bleachers at The Prog.

Where few fans have been seen in over a month. Yes. Please get on with it.

Ladies and gentlemen, the first envelope!

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Team Gets an Unwelcome Visitor

(Inside Cleveland’s visiting clubhouse.)
JIM LEYLAND: (lights cigarette) Itellyou, Geno (cough), aneightandahalfgamefeelsprettygood, don’tit?


LEYLAND: Theysaidwecouldn’tdoit. They (hack) saidwe’dblowit. Wesureshowed’em. Anothersweep.


LEYLAND: Theseboysareloose (wheeze) andnothingcanstopusnow.


/door flies open
DAVE DOMBROWSKI: He’s HERE, Jim! He’s here! This isn’t good! We have a problem!

LEYLAND: Jesus, David. Who’shere? (urp)

DOMBROWSKI: You know who, Jim. HIM! I don’t know why here’s here, but he’s HERE, DAMMIT! He’s gonna destroy the mood of the locker room, I know it! He’s crazy, I tell you!

LEYLAND: Calmdown, calmdown. Who, dammit? Ni? TheBaller? Sheffield? Gibby? Someotherdumbstereotypecharacterfromthisblog?


/door suddenly opens

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Tiger Droppings: We Haven't Collapsed Edition

There’s a lot to cover today and I’m going to be all over the place. Hopefully, in this mess of random nonsense, you find something interesting to take from it.

Today’s topics include a look inside the numbers on the Tigers’ season, Brennan Boesch, an alarming thing about Delmon Young, arbitration, Colin Cowherd, and Nate Robertson. Oh yeah, I threaten somebody, too.

Sound fun? No? Well, read on anyway…


And this, my friends, is comedy gold. Real post coming tomorrow...hope you all had a good Labor Day weekend. I know the Tigers did.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

JV For MVP: A Travesty? C'mon...

How about that game on Saturday, huh? Heartbreak and triumph, indeed. Down seven runs early against the dreaded White Sox. Scraping and crawling back. The continued redemption stories of Jhonny Peralta and Delmon Young. The beginning of more recent redemptions of struggling David Pauley and Austin Jackson. And then the exclamation points with the redemption of long-suffering Ryan Raburn and off-season disappointment Miguel Cabrera. What a day. What a time to be a Tiger fan.

I didn’t think anything could bring me down. I even ventured to mLive to see how their normal sour puss comment leaving group was handling it. Sadly, a decent sized group chose to focus only on Penny and Guillen’s bad days. Amazing that people STILL only want to focus on anything negative they can find. Whatever. Off to the bigger sites where I stumbled across a column at the Detroit News reprinted from the San Francisco Journal’s Bruce Jenkins. Mood not ruined…but officially worsened.

I didn’t plan on trying to add anything to the Justin Verlander for MVP discussion here at DNR. I usually try to avoid topics that everyone and their brother is tackling at the same time. And to be honest, JV’s not my top personal choice this year. In the interest of fairness, I think Jose Bautista deserves the MVP award. But it’s so close that you could make cases for Bautista, JV, Curtis Granderson, and half the Red Sox lineup. Plus, there’s still a month to go in the season…juries aren’t supposed to make up their minds before hearing all the evidence, why are baseball writers all jumping the gun?


So yeah, I didn’t plan on tackling this subject. I hope Justin gets the Cy Young and MVP. That would be amazing. But whatever, I care much more about the next four weeks of baseball and making the playoffs than early MVP discussion.

But when I see a hack job like this, I get annoyed. And when I get annoyed…

/cracks neck

/cracks knuckles

Yup. Let’s make Rice-A-Roni out of this San Francisco treat. Zing.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

How Much Do I Hate the ChiSox and Indians?

I admit that Friday’s victory was extra fun for yours truly.  Why was that?  Was it JV’s 21st win?  The joy of the Delmon Young trade looking better and better with his RBI triple?  The continued redemption of Jhonny Peralta with his bases loaded double?  Sure that stuff was sweet…but it’s more than that.

Quite simply, it’s because it was against the White Sox.  I HATE those bastards. 

It’s true I have it out for them because they and Cleveland are our only remaining obstacles for making the playoffs, but there’s more to it than that.  Quite simply, with the probable exception of the Evil Empire of the Yankees, there are no two teams in baseball that I hate more than the White Sox and Tribe.  It goes back years.  And we’re in a current six game stretch with those loathed piles of monkey semen.  One down and five to go.  I want to win each of these games by 5 runs or more.  And I want all of their players to suffer painful testicle injuries along the way.  That’s not so wrong, is it?

How much do I hate them?  How can I make my disgust with the ChiSox and Racist Logos more clear?  Hmmm.  Well, let us try this.  The following is a partial list of things I despise in life.  And as much as I hate them with the heat of a thousand suns, I still would still rather deal with them any day than see a victory by either of these two hated AL Central rivals over our beloved Tigers.

Take a look.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Being a Tigers Fan, Part Two: The Triumph

Welcome to part two of this Detroit Tigers “Heartbreak and Triumph” bit. And even though today was a frustrating loss, the Tigers-Royals series finale was a perfect game for what I’m trying to say in these two pieces. The Tigers fell behind quickly…ugh. They kept fighting back…yay! The aging, benched hero Magglio Ordonez thrilled the crowd with two doubles, a steal of third (!), and a home run. And finally, a rookie was brought in to make his major league debut in the most important part of the game, only to give up a two-run, go-ahead, game winning single to the Royals.

Lots of emotions today. And that’s what baseball’s all about to us diehards. Yesterday, I covered my personal most heartbreaking moments as a Tiger fan. Tonight, I’ll relive the moments we live for and what keeps us watching baseball.

These are my five favorite moments since I began watching the Tigers so many years ago.

Being a Tigers Fan, Part One: The Heartbreak

I know I’m jumping the gun, especially considering this team’s recent history, with my playoff hopes for a month from now. But this Detroit Tigers team feels different to me somehow.

In 2006, after 19 years of futility, I didn’t expect the team to make the playoffs. When they got in as a wildcard, I was happy but expected the Yankees to roll through the them. We made it…good enough. But it wasn’t good enough for them and they stuck it to Jeter, A-Rod, and the rest of the Bombers. By the time the Oakland series came around, I didn’t know what to feel…it was a dream come true. It was so surreal to be in that spot, it didn’t even seem like the end of the world to me that our boys eventually lost the World Series to the Cardinals.

Yeah, it sucked, but I appreciated that the Detroit Tigers had just given me and Tiger fans everywhere a season that we would never forget. It was such an amazing feeling to be winning for once after so many seasons of disgust. I’ll never forget it.

And that’s why I’m getting playoff fever in late August/early September. I expect to be there this season. This is the best baseball team the city of Detroit has had on the field since the wonderful 1987 season that was so important in making me a fan. Justin Verlander, Miguel Cabrera, Victor Martinez, Alex Avila, Jhonny Peralta, Jose Valverde, and the rest (except for Don Kelly) are more than capable of beating Boston, New York, or Texas and making the World Series this year, I feel. Unlike 2006, anything less will be a disappointment. To be honest, Philadelphia is the only team that really scares me.

As the mentally unstable court jester of Tiger sites, DesigNate Robertson pokes fun at the Tigers on a near-constant basis. But I hope that underneath it all, you, the reader, understands that it’s all meant in good fun and that I live and die with this baseball team. As an 8 year old in 1985, my grandmother introduced me to Tiger baseball and I fell in love with it. I’ve enjoyed good times and MANY bad times since then. I’m sure most of you all have, too…even those of you that have only been on this wacky ride since 2006.

But that’s what I want to write about the next couple days. These are my five worst and five best memories of the Tigers in the past (almost) 26 years. I realize that I have covered some of these events in the past on this blog, but most of these are moments that I never get tired of reliving…well, at least the good ones. And isn’t that a big part of being a fan? Sharing our heartbreaks and triumphs over and over about our favorite team?

Anyway, today I’ll deal with heartbreak. In a day or so, I’ll give you the triumph. Deal? Deal…