Tiger Turnaround?

Flanked by Brother Dave and Nephew Randy as we do the rally cap thing circa 2014

An update on this years version of Detroit baseball
By Ken De Laat
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After 55 games the Tigers are one game better than last year and possess the same record as they did in  2019.
 In ‘19, the last regular length season, they proceeded to take that 23-32 record into June where they ended up going 5-20 before following it up with an identical  5-20 July.
But this year will be different. You can write (type) it down.

My previous ‘Take on the Tig’s’ earlier this season expressed my long nurtured pessimism forged by decades of disappointment in Detroit sports. It seems in those years when the Tigers have already cashed it in (generally mid August or so) here comes the Lions and we all know what they do to a sports loving soul. And don’t get me started on the more recent versions of the Pistons and Wings.
And yet despite hovering near the cellar, if not residing in it, since the season onset there exists a glimmer of hope taking shape at Michigan and Trumb...oops... I mean whatever streets CoPa is on.

They’re getting some nasty pitching from their young starters, a few guys that are supposed to hit are starting to and they don’t seem to be rolling over once they get behind. There’s a bit of spark to this collection of players who might not be starting on some of the better teams, but seem to be finding where they fit and taking advantage of it.
And waiting in the wings are more live arms and a few unproven but singing with potential bats polishing their skills down on the farm.

This year? Nope. No pennant race. The Sox (hate ‘em but not nearly at the loathing  level of the Yankees) are likely going to walk away with the division and there are way too many teams the Bengals would have to overtake to get even a whiff of a wildcard race.
But they're finally a bit fun to watch, especially Akil Baddoo who possesses the best baseball name for a Tiger since Coot Veal. Even the beloved Miggy, with his seemingly sempiternal  contract, while still struggling to reach Mendoza is getting some key knocks from time to time.
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Yep, a glimmer of hope.
I was just turning 17 when they won it all in ‘68 and in my mid 30’s during the magic of ‘84.
And while those 16 years seemed like an eternity...
Now it’s been  37.
And counting.
At least for awhile.