It's raw.
I've survived 32 years of being a fan of the Detroit Tigers. I was a 6 year old kid in Washington (not DC), who just so happened to see Alan Trammell and Lou Whitaker on TV. A short 2 years later, those Tigers won the World Series and that was the cement in my fandom.
29 years.
I'm approaching middle age, and I still love the game of baseball. I still love the Tigers. I still love the fact that I care.
Maybe that's why the losses bother me so much; why the wait for the next ballgame takes so long; why there is always worry gnawing at me no matter what the score says.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow the Detroit Tigers will retake the field and tomorrow they'll have another chance at a win.
I can hardly wait.
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