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This is almost like one of those “Where were you when you knew JFK had been assassinated?“ things. I was in sixth grade English class and teachers were gathering out in the hallway crying and they announced it over the school intercom and we all went home.

For postseason you need a TV provider. Not for the regular season, of course

I followed the last inning on my iPhone with the audio feeding through my hearing aids, and when the Tigers won, I turned over the only vehicle nearby I could get my hands on.

So I guess that the 26,000 people that showed up to see this playoff game are kind of disappointed after Ramirez ended up on third. HA!

Tigers threaten in the top of the ninth but do not score.

Right now I get the feeling that these guys of ours can’t hit any pitching let alone good pitching.

It was actually half in the lower strike zone and half out so it’s a legitimate called strike.

But with one of the lower WAR on the team. There are times that if he just made contact in certain situations he could drive in runs, but this whole golf swing all or nothing home run thing gets old.

Jose Ramirez is our Keyser Söze and I’m glad we got him this time.

And Riley strikes out because it is what it is.

I hope Skubal doesn’t serve up two strike zone first pitch home runs in the first inning.

Oh yeah, that is the source of the notorious “it is what it is” shoulder shrugging dismissal of its importance by Riley Greene.

Yes, and I’ve been shut out from postseason viewing for years because I’m a cord cutter. The only reason I can watch it now is that my son-in-law includes me in his YouTube TV subscription that he gets primarily for NBA.

I’m 73 and almost everyone I know is younger than me. And a lot of them can be pretty cool people. It’s not like I think everyone younger is a moron. But it’s getting hard to find anyone who understands my more clever jokes that make a lot of cultural and historical references to things from when I was growing up with the hinge being something like the utterance “plastics” from the film The Graduate. If you have to explain it, it’s not funny. On the rare times when I’m with my old friends from college one word like that can reduce us all to jelly. I miss that kind of connection and rarely ever find it any longer.

This broadcast begins at 11 AM for me, which is perfect because I would just as soon get the celebrating or suffering over with early on.

There is truthiness to this at the very least.

If the Tigers don’t make it to the World Series I would rather see a team like Cleveland or Milwaukee from “flyover” territory beat the big money teams that assemble teams recruited like mercenary armies sent to invade small countries.

I lived in Tucson from 1974 to 1987 and the Indians had spring training there at the time for something like 50 years in a row and I went to a lot of spring training games and I don’t remember ever meeting a single person in the entire city who would self identify as a Cleveland fan. They were basically a profoundly frustrating team that made virtually no impression on the local population, which I don’t think is the case for Lakeland which is, however, a much smaller place.

Whatever they were doing that gave them an inexplicable momentum has been erased.

Standard operating procedure.

Maybe playing the odds with every at bat - which is a make do thing born from expediency - is a scotch tape and paper clip thing that isn’t infinitely sustainable, especially when the guys you really rely upon falter and teams have figured out how to pitch to them. Add to that relievers who are really failed starters also get figured out.

A part of me just wants this season to get over and done with so I can invest my time in worrying about things I can actually affect like the state of the world and the limitations of human mortality. <ducks>