Detroit Re-Ups with the Human Unfiltered Cigarette

Of all the adjectives to describe someone who's famous for yelling at people 40 years his junior, smoking enough cigarettes to crap out a fully developed tobacco plant on demand, and littering his press conferences with profanities, you wouldn't think "lovable" is one of them. And yet, we love Jim Leyland. How can you not? If he's even capable of dying, his epitaph will just read "TOOK NO GUFF." He's like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, except instead of Hmong gang members, he's threatening to kill ineffective right-handed relievers. There's no telling how many times he pulled a gun on Jason Grilli before Grilli fled for Colorado. So we're happy to report that the Detroit Tigers, happy to have Mr. Ty Cobb Without The Racism at the helm, have extended Leyland's contract through the 2011 season: On Friday, Leyland was stretched on a couch that folds out into a bed in his office at Comerica Park, smoking a cigarette and having a c...