Showing posts with label Detroit Tigers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Detroit Tigers. Show all posts
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Well at least Six is happy
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — THE EFFIN' TIGERS HAVE BOMBED OUT.
With apologies to Ernest Thayer.
@#%&*!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
What's that smell?
It's nothing, really. Just the Detroit Tigers stinking the World Series up.
Come on, guys. 3-0, and another game down without a single run? Get it together. I could accept a hard-fought contest that resulted in an eventual loss, but this is a travesty. If you're not going to, you know, DO SOMETHING, then how about we just pick nine fans at random from the stands to play the next game? I mean, any nine people could lose this all just as well as you guys seem to be doing.
Get it in gear, you jokers.
Come on, guys. 3-0, and another game down without a single run? Get it together. I could accept a hard-fought contest that resulted in an eventual loss, but this is a travesty. If you're not going to, you know, DO SOMETHING, then how about we just pick nine fans at random from the stands to play the next game? I mean, any nine people could lose this all just as well as you guys seem to be doing.
Get it in gear, you jokers.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tigers Gotta Do It.
My Dad was always a Detroit Tigers fan. As long as I can remember, he rooted for this team, even when they sucked, which was a lot of seasons over the years. I can remember him taking me to their games at Tiger Stadium way back in the 1970's, and we'd watch and cheer for the likes of Rusty Staub, Mickey Stanley, Mark "The Bird" Fydrich, and Al Kaline. In the 80s, we watched Kirk Gibson and Cecil Fielder, and even went to a publicity event to hear Sparky Anderson talk about what it took to be a winner. The Tigers were something that we shared back then.
I'll confess that come the 90's, we didn't see much of each other or watch many ball games together. There were reasons for that that I won't go into, and the last decade saw me away from the Detroit area but for a few short visits back. But this last year in particular, we had a lot more time together, and some of it was spent in front of his TV, this time watching Prince Fielder, son of Cecil, play for that same team. Tiger Stadium down on Michigan and Trumbull was long gone, but my Dad stayed a fan all through the years.
This year, my Dad had hopes for the Tigers. He'd have loved to see them sweep the Yankees and earn that World Series shot. And I know that he'd be in his glory watching them take the Series this year.
So while I applaud the San Fransisco SF Giants for their sterling effort this year, I pity them and their die-hard fans (Six and Nancy Pelosi). Sorry Giants and Giant fans, you've had a good run, but this just isn't your year. Maybe next year. This year belongs to the Detroit Tigers and my Dad.
I'll confess that come the 90's, we didn't see much of each other or watch many ball games together. There were reasons for that that I won't go into, and the last decade saw me away from the Detroit area but for a few short visits back. But this last year in particular, we had a lot more time together, and some of it was spent in front of his TV, this time watching Prince Fielder, son of Cecil, play for that same team. Tiger Stadium down on Michigan and Trumbull was long gone, but my Dad stayed a fan all through the years.
This year, my Dad had hopes for the Tigers. He'd have loved to see them sweep the Yankees and earn that World Series shot. And I know that he'd be in his glory watching them take the Series this year.
So while I applaud the San Fransisco SF Giants for their sterling effort this year, I pity them and their die-hard fans (Six and Nancy Pelosi). Sorry Giants and Giant fans, you've had a good run, but this just isn't your year. Maybe next year. This year belongs to the Detroit Tigers and my Dad.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)