Not sure if anyone will be reading
this, but I wanted to put something out there to share my thoughts, no matter
how crazy, uninformative, or just plain sad they may be, about my beloved
Detroit Tigers and baseball in general. It is journey, that has connected me to my dad, and I hope to share and pass that same things on to my kids.
Over the years, my sports team
allegiances have changed in football, basketball, hockey, you name it. I
changed some due to geographic preferences, knowing someone on the team or farm
system, or just plain being exhausted of ineptness. The best example was
dumping the Detroit Lions in the mid 90s for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
This was mainly due to the ineptness of the Lions management and coach
Wayne Fontes to surround Barry Sanders with a support cast. The Buccaneers where
the logical choice; geographically because I was stationed in Orlando at the
time, and Vince Workman was in the backfield and returning punts at the time
for them, he was from my hometown and I played Pop Warner with his little
BUT, to quote a great baseball movie, and it really
applies here because it is my father who gave me the Tigers, “The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been
baseball.” Living in Toledo, OH in the late 70s, my father, who grew up in
Detroit, would answer every Tigers trivia question on the Tigers station, which
would be on all the time in the kitchen. It was just plain amazing to me,
that someone knew that much about things, and he was my dad. It is those
earliest memories that have stuck with me. This was also about the time
of the building of the Bless You Boys, and following them with my dad to the
glorious season of 1984 sealed me in for life. While my dad has become a
big sports cynic these days, he is still, as am I, and will always be a Tiger.