
Congratulations to the
Detroit Tigers organization for winning their playoff series against the
New York Yankees! I thought I'd devote some space to the Tigers for a couple of reasons: they are a relevant news item in Metro Detroit from a sports perspective and as a human-interest, feel-good story.
With the Detroit Tigers' last post-season appearance way back in 1987, I realize some of you reading this might have been too young, or not born yet, to remember the winning seasons of the mid-1980's. Names like Alan Trammell, "Sweet Lou" Whitaker, Dan Petry, Milt Wilcox, Jack Morris, Lance, Parrish, Willy Hernandez, Chet Lemon, etc. might not mean much to you. Kirk Gibson, if you know the name, might be best remembered by the younger generation for a gritty, gutsy post-season homerun as a
Los Angeles Dodger. Sparky Anderson was the skipper and "Bless You Boys!" echoed the gratitude and appreciation the residents and the fans had for that very special ball club that led wire-to-wire and simply steam-rolled all competitors.
If you're old enough to recall this team, or even the 1968 Tigers, you'll recognize some similarities:
- The City of Detroit and the State of Michigan faced enormous challenges in those years, as we're again facing today;
- Each of these Tigers' teams had a blue-collar work-ethic that we can all identify with; we recognize and appreciate a nose-to-the-grindstone, no-excuses, gutsy/gritty perseverance, that asks not for high praise nor for pity or forgiveness;
- An immeasurable, strong bond with the fans.
The 1984 Tigers were clearly more superior than any other team. This year's club wasn't expected to do this well. The United States wasn't embroiled in a war and the very industry that founded the entire region wasn't on the brink of collapse.
The Tigers organization had become so accustomed to losing that the start of Spring Training meant "assume the position" at the bottom of the Central Division. For the fans, a sense of disappointment that was measured not in losses but in stretches of summers-long seasons of ingoring the sports page of the News and Free Press.
This year's Tigers team has not only the perfect mix of seasoned management, veteran players and unbridled energy and strength of the younger players; this team recognizes the nature of the relationship with the team's fans and the rich baseball heritage that lives in Detroit.
As the Tigers completed the toppling of the Evil Empire (Yankees) this past weekend, it was especially moving to see the team share the joy of the moment with the fans, the raw emotion of emerging from years of embarrassing defeat, together. Returning from the dugout, spraying champaign on the Detroit-faithful and openly, unabashedly showing their exhuberation and appreciation.
The picture that will stick with me is that of Kenny Rogers emptying a bottle of bubbly over the cap of a police officer who was doing his best to keep the peace and to hide his own emotion with an "awe, shucks" type of smirk to Kenny and to the fans that cheered this moment on and on.
To the Tigers: thank you for sharing this moment directly with us the fans; however, I for one would much rather revel in the streets with a World Series Championship... so, let's go Tigers!