A Better Ending Than This One
First things first: congrats to the Tigers, who will get my not ironic, if not total and obsessive, rooting interest now in the American League playoffs, even if they wind up facing the underdog Orioles. (Why? Because it would make more people I know happy, and I only really know one Oriole Fan. Besides, 1983 still burns.) I bear the Tigers no ill will, do not think unkind thoughts about their fat corner mashers, and don't even hate their punk relief staff all that much. Go with God, gentlemen, and end the Yankee / Peter Angelos Threat. (Mostly Yankees.) You should probably clone that Verlander guy.
But having said that... man alive, do I hate the Tigers right now. Mostly because, through their unrelenting competence, particularly in the art of missing bats with thrown baseballs with starting pitchers that define their generation, they cost me more hours with the 2012 Oakland A's.
I could not get enough hours, pretty much as soon as the calendar tur...