Stuck inside Derbyville with the Motown Blues Again: Detroit fights Back

Those who have lived through such wishing-for-the-World-Series moments know the contemplation.

The moment: Cabrera didn’t deliver last at bat when my Tigers ballcap was on my knee. So, this time, do I leave it there or wear it? If so, the regular way, or backwards or rally cap style?

I wore it the regular way. He knocked a decisive go ahead run.

The contemplation: Will dressed-down-for-the-ballyard Aretha’s version of the national anthem work the same wonders for the Tigers in ’11′s ALCSĀ  that Jose Feliciano’s did in the magnificent ’68 Series? In Game 4 that year, the magnificent Marvin Gaye had the honors. Motown was throttled 1-10 to fall 1-3 behind the seemingly invincible Bob Gibson-led Cardinals.

The next day, Jose Feliciano sang the Star Spangled Banner, ended it with a “yeah, yeah, yeah,” and the Tigers never looked back. Mickey Lolich bested not as invincible as he seemed Bob Gibson in Game 7 for the title.

It is with such nervous moments, such absurd ruminations, such intensity that this former Little Leaguer watches this week. A kid who sat in his uniform through Hebrew School on Tuesdays before LL games, cheering every ray of sunshine through the window and fearing that every moment of cloud cover meant a rain out.

Porcello vs. Harrison. Both 14-9 on the year. 4:19 first pitch.

How to calm the day until then?

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As expected, I’m not optimistic about the Tigers chances. They’ve got more injuries than the undefeated Lions, who play football for heavens’ sake.

Their 2d, 3d, and 4th best hitters are injured. What are the odds that Delmon Young and Victor Martinez would both injure their oblique muscle? That Magglio Ordonez would rebreak his foot?

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There is a similarity to ’68. That year, Denny McLain was all the rage. Big winner that season, McLain. Lolich won three games that Series, #2, #5 and, on two days rest, #7.

Justin Verlander hasn’t been the dominating force here that he was in the regular season. Doug Fister is stepping up.

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Okay, enough nervous mindless meandering.

We’re in Louisville. You’re wondering where U of L is going to land, conference-wise, looking forward to Friday.

I’m stuck inside of Derbyville with the Motown blues again.

– Seedy K

3 Comments

  1. fred
    Posted October 12, 2011 at 12:33 pm | Permalink

    Just take your rosary, put it inside your cap and put the cap on in a manner that says, “don’t look back.”

  2. fred
    Posted October 12, 2011 at 2:02 pm | Permalink

    I don’t know of which I have become more weary: conference realignment or NBA lockout. Whatever.

  3. c d kaplan
    Posted October 12, 2011 at 2:27 pm | Permalink

    How about ad nauseum references to Tiger Woods and Brett Favre?

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