Tigers lose World Series

Well, they lost. No need to put me on suicide watch, though. I think my hope for this Series died last night at Midtown Yacht Club, as I watched the pathetic display during that 5-4 loss. I was crushed, with that pit-in-my-stomach feeling lasting until well through the morning. Tonight, the momentum was already tumbling down. I felt the loss even when we were ahead. We handed a .500 team the World Series on a silver platter of 8 errors and 8 unearned runs.

The taste now is bitter, but I'm sure I'll soon be able to look back at this season for all the joy it brought me. This team made me feel proud and optimistic. Witnessing such events as Game 4 of the Yankees series in a bar in Philadelphia with 12 of my closest friends I'd never met before, all cheering for the Tigers. Seeing Magglio Ordonez's homerun to end Game 4 of the Oakland series. The 76-36 start. The Joel Zumaya 103 mph fastballs. Curtis Granderson - the best young player we've had since Travis Fryman. Carlos Guillen, the most underrated player in baseball. Craig Monroe and his clutch hitting. Nate the Great Bulldog Robertson and his gum. Kenny Rogers pitching his heart out. Smokey Jim Leyland pacing in the dugout. The season was one hell of a ride, and as excruciating as watching the World Series has been, this team brought me a load of good feelings. I'll always treasure this year as it was the year that brought us back to respectability. And I truly believe we've got a great team setup for the next several years.

Lastly, how did we have home field advantage? A 2-3-2 format only gives you home field advantage if it goes 7. That sucks.

This will be my last baseball post for a while. I need a mental break. I turned my phone off at the end and came up here and wrote this, and now I think I just need some time away from the greatest game in the world. I'll be ready to talk baseball again by the end of the month, though.