An ancient tale

Long ago, a young looking bench Wizard tried to fight off a bloated, two headed beast. Tonight, we see a repeat of this scenario.

Let us hope that we see a victorious Olde English D.

Well now...

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.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Redux!

ALL SHALL KNEEL BEFORE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Oh, and your baseball team is in trouble!

The R-O-D has awakened! aka HORRIBLE goes pants on head angry!

Justin Verlander gives the Tigers a chance to go up 2-0 against the Athletics and... the bats go *poof*. Then, of course, Ron Mexico does a terrible job in the 9th.

This, my one follower, was enough to wake the R-O-D from slumber.

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!