This blog is late for one reason and one reason only: the Tigers were on TV. In case you've been living under a rock, my beloved Detroit Tigers made it to the American League Division Series against the formidable New York Yankees. I sat down in front of the TV to hammer out a blog post about credit cards, but I just couldn't do it.
I've been a casual Tigers fan since I was a kid -- I played softball every year since the age of 6, and naturally I took an interest in baseball. Back in the day, when the Tigers were terrible, it was super cheap to go to games at old Tiger Stadium and later at Comerica Park. You could buy the nosebleed seats and then the ushers would let you wander down right up to the dugout, because no one was there. I have fond memories of yelling at Mark McGwire in left field at Comerica Park -- two 13 year old girls yelling "STEROIDS, STEROIDS" to a major league baseball player. My interest, though, was largely based on the fact that I played a (variant) form of the sport, so I identified with the Tigers more than the Pistons or Lions. So while Bobby Higginson was the cat's pajamas to me, and Damion Easley was a household name to us, I wasn't the type to sit down and watch every game.
That all changed in 2006. I became obsessed. Magglio Ordonez became (and still is) my Tiger, early in the 2006 season, because I witnessed the magic that sprouted out of his bat. When we made the AL Wild Card, I would sit on ESPN Game Cast in every one of my classes and not pay one bit of attention to Civil Engineering Graphics or Philosophy. When Magglio hit that homer that sent us to the World Series, it was one of the moments in my life I will never forget. I remember exactly where I was and what I was wearing when I saw Magglio hit that homer. Standing behind my couch, in my East Detroit High School Volleyball hoodie, gripping the arm rest, and screaming like little girls scream today when they see Justin Bieber.
And when we lost to the Cardinals in the World Series . . . ugh. I can't even talk about it. It's too painful.
So to me, this day is monumental. We won the AL Central fair and square. We beat the Yankees -- the team that the "unbiased" TBS announcers so clearly favored -- fair and square. There was screaming. There may have been some tears. Detroit's beloved Tigers did what we all believed they had the capability of doing. We're in the American League Championship Series. We have the ability to beat Texas (even if Ian Kinsler is dreamy.) The Tigers can do this.