Verlander, Coke, Delmon and Miggy had led my beloved Tigers to a Game 3 W over the hated Yankees in the ALCS, taking a 3 nil lead, and I was on the phone talking with my pal David, who is usually in bed and asleep by 9:00. 9:30 at the latest.
But Dave’s a baseball fan, and has adopted the Tigers this season, now that his Reds have gone down.
Was it midnight yet? Must have been, I couldn’t get to sleep until after 1:00.
Anyway, bleary eyed all the time now due to one late finishing game after another, I shared my fear. We’re both Louisville Cardinal fans. Too much so, our cardiologists have advised.
“I don’t know if I can make it through an NCAA championship run,” I told him.
Sporting contests are harrowing when you have a visceral rooting interest. Maybe this incredible post season run by the Tigers is like spring training for hoops. If so, I should be ready.
Of course, I’m feeling good about Detroit’s chances of moving on to the Series. Up 3-0 with two more games in Comerica, I gotta be somewhat confidant. Even if Sabbathia is going tonight for the Yanks and Cano finally got a hit and A Rod will probably be back in the lineup tonight with renewed focus and the law of averages says NY is too good to be swept like some leaves on a sidewalk.
But I’m a fan. Jeez, I own a Tiger throwback jersey, the kind Ty Cobb wore. Which I’d wear more often were it not fashioned of itchy wool, and cut so that I look 30 lbs. heavier than I am.
Yes, I’m also a fatalist. I worry, right? No lead is big enough. No title secure until the trophy is in the case.
Today I have legitimate empirical evidence for my fretting.
Remember the most famous comeback ever from 0-3? Sure you do. BoSox in ’84. Down by that margin to these very same Yankees in this very same ALCS, Beantown won the AL pennant, then continued on to take their first World Series since Paul Revere was riding after dark.
Remember when, exactly when in 2004, Boston started its comeback?
I’ll tell you when.
Have you noticed what today’s date is?
Which means I’ve hardly finished my coffee and my stomach is already mumblin’ and grumblin’ and wonderin’ what midnight tonight will feel like? First pitch isn’t for nine more hours.
And U of L doesn’t play its first real game for 25 more days.
Trust me, that cardiologist of mine is on speed dial.
– Seedy K