Tigers love affairWritten by Jeremy Baumhower | | email@example.com
I must confess that I am cheating on my girlfriend. There is someone else in my life. I have not been completely, 100 percent attentive to her needs, and I hope she will consider having an open relationship. You see… I have been seeing the Detroit Tigers and it is a little more than a friendship. It is a rekindled love affair.
I was born into a Tiger-loving household, where I had no other choice. The Cleveland Indians were, and still are, considered a curse word for my family. My father grew up idolizing the 1968 Tigers. He would share these wonderful far-fetched stories of Al Kaline leaping into the stands to make a catch and always falling back onto the field. Once a year he would take me to see a game at Tiger Stadium, normally with my Boy Scouts troop or little league team. He bought PASS sports, which was like the HBO version of FSD, so we could watch more games. He had his favorite players and hated mine, namely Kirk Gibson and Chet Lemon. His efforts were rewarded in 1984, when the Tigers won the World Series and I was f***ed for life.
As people are drooling about the new seasons of Modern Family, Two and a Half Men and The X-Factor, great television is happening everyday on a local network. Fox Sports Detroit (FSD) is the home of the Detroit Tigers, the most exciting TV in Northwest Ohio!
It is not the fact the Tigers are winning that makes it must-watch TV, it is how and with whom. The Tigers feature great TV characters like Justin Verlander and Miguel Carbrera. These games have featured many plot twists like the Brandon Inge saga, whose poor first half sent him to the Mud Hens to prove himself. He fixed his swing, and his first at-bat back up with the Tigers he hit a home run! Tigers closing pitcher Jose “Papa Grande” Valverde offers nightly nail biters, and don’t get me started on Brad Penny.
The Tigers are the man’s version of a soap opera. They are “our stories.”
What makes our stories even better is the relationship of the Mud Hens and the Tigers. We know this team. Players like Ryan Rayburn, Will Rhymes, Don Kelly and Andy Dirks have all spent time playing in Toledo, and Duane Below was raised just on the other side of the Michigan border. How many standing ovations did Brandon Inge receive during his last stint as a Mud Hen? More importantly, how many autographs did he sign on baseballs, hats and your kid’s gloves?
At the time of me writing this, the Tigers are in the middle of an 11-game winning streak, Justin Verlander has won 23 games, four guys are batting over .300 and Papa Grande has 43 saves, all in a row. What could you possibly be watching that is better than this?
I have shared my love of the Tigers with son, Brady. He can recite stats on demand, trades and analysis of what is going on in the AL. He knows exactly how many games back the Indians are, and how many the Tigers need to clinch home field throughout the playoffs.
The Tigers and baseball have given him and I something to love together. My Grandfather was 12 years old in ‘46, my dad was 12 in ‘68, I was 9 in ’84 and Brady will turn 12 during spring training.
Something special is happening every night on TV on FSD. The Detroit Tigers are creating cinematic memories of a lifetime. I hope you are sharing these rarified baseball moments with those you love. Even if the Tigers fail in their quest, they gave families something to watch together, to dream together and most importantly hope together.
My apologies to anyone who loves the Indians. There is always next year. And in the words of Nelson Muntz, “Ha Ha!”