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. Continue reading