Always a Tiger

BELIEVE: Go Tigers!

OK, I will admit it.

I thought I could not watch the fifth game of the ALCS after the game four heartbreak.  I rationalized it in many ways: Too late, too tired for the early morning meeting on Friday, what happens happens.

It actually is simply because I couldn’t take the emotional wringing.  My television was in danger of damage from objects I was throwing.

I know I have been told that this is simply not something that a man of my age and responsibilities should feel; a childhood game having that kind of hold.

Then Justin Verlander took the mound, and it clicked on – it was not too late, I will not be tired, and, as I have said on many occasions in this blog, I BELIEVE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have been following the Tigers for over 50 years.

I learned to love them from my Mom putting me to sleep with the transistor radio tuned to Ernie Harwell and George Kell.

Seen them in Briggs Stadium, then Tiger’s Stadium, and now Comerica Park.  Shared every victory and endured every loss.

Too many ups and downs, but, as they put it, “Always a Tiger.”

More emotional than spiritual, but an acceptance of a truth.  That acceptance is a lot easier when belief is based on trust, with the confidence that somebody or something is good or will be effective.

After two pitches by Verlander, the trust and belief kicked in.  I couldn’t shut off the television.

I don’t hide my beliefs in the Tigers just like I don’t hide my belief in all of you and Henry Ford.

So I am dusting off my blog photo from last year, and I, as well as most of you, will go along with the belief.

That may all end with our next series with the Yankees, but in the spring we will all believe again.

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2 thoughts on “Always a Tiger

  1. Love the article. I, too, am a Tigers fan and my favorite player is Dick McAuliffe. However, I do have a fondness toward Quinton Berry — love his excitement for the game! Loretta

  2. I grew up in a family of baseball fanatics. My dad had a glove on me as soon as I could crawl and I was able to cleanly field a grounder long before I could even recite the alphabet. In my teenage years I went through the struggle for independence that all adolescents endure. I argued with my Dad about everything and wonder now how he ever put up with me. Looking back, I can remember my Dad being so mad at me (probably because I blatantly disobeyed him on something) that he would go days without even looking at me. The uncomfortable silence would carry into family meals when my Mom, Dad and 2 brothers would be discussing their days while I just sat in silence. That silent treatment was one heck of a terrible punishment. But I always knew the feud was over when my Dad would ask, “Did you see what the Tigers did today?”
    No matter how angry we were at each other, we both knew that we would always have baseball in common. Today, my Mom is deceased and my dad is retired. I try to have him over as much as possible so he’s not home alone and there are times when we’re on the couch with nothing to really talk about…except one thing, “Did you see what the Tigers did today?”

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