Tomorrow, when kids come up to me joshing me about the results of tonight's game, I will pretend I'm okay. I will chuckle, I will say, "I will not give up hope." But I am so sad right now that I can barely think straight. I know it's just baseball and all, or something like that, but the Tigers are breaking my heart right now.
Three positive thoughts:
1. The Tigers came back from a 3-1 deficit to beat the Cardinals in the 1968 World Series.
2. The Tigers won 7 playoff games in a row coming into this Series. Surely, they can win 3 in a row against a team that won only 83 games in the regular season, right?
3. The hitting looked a little better today, and the pitching was top notch. It's the fielding - as well as Mother Nature with her damn dampness - that is killing us.
I'm really not giving up hope. But I'm beginning to wonder if I've invested too much of myself into this series. I'm literally choked up, and we haven't even lost yet. My back is in knots and my stomach is tumbling.
This team has continually surprised me all season. I'm hoping for one last surprise.
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