Ok, wait. Over the weekend I’m thinking, Catch a break or two and leave the Bronx even at a game a piece.
Then, after the Game 1 disaster turned miracle, I’m thinking, Don’t get greedy. But if another … something breaks the Tigers’ way, they could come home up two games to none. But get real.
Heading into Game 3, even with Justin Verlander going, my brain is saying, You can’t be surprised if things even out a bit. Even if they lose Game 3, the Tigers can win the A.L. pennant at home.
I didn’t even allow myself to consider – even for a moment – the notion of a three-games-to-none lead over the Yankees. But that’s where we are.
In 2006 the Tigers built a three-zip advantage over the A’s before sweeping them, so they have been here before. No offense to Ken Macha’s crew, but this feels different. Why? Because it’s the Yankees, of course. That’s why this all feels so new.
What are we supposed to think heading into Game 4, Max Scherzer versus CC Sabathia? We’re supposed to prepare ourselves for a little letdown, an inevitable Yankees win.
But I don’t think so. I expect the Tigers, a club that has done nothing easily this entire season, to go for the kill and end this series.
At least that’s what I think I think. I mean, who knows?
This all feels so new.
I’ve made the conscious choice. For the first time in my life I’m choosing not to watch the World Series this year, and here are five reasons why:
5. The Announcers. Enough has been written about the pathetic quality of baseball’s play-by-play crews this postseason so I won’t waste your time. I think, however, that I might be in the minority in saying that I don’t mind Joe Buck. His broadcast partner? Don’t get me started. Like so many things these days — Baseball Tonight, MLB Network, (gasp!) blogs, etc. — baseball has reached its saturation point for me, and the announcers certainly haven’t helped.
4. The Yankees. In the mid- to late-’70s, I hated the Yankees because they were always on TV, always in the playoffs and World Series.
Then came the mid-’80s and their irrelevance. In the 1990s I was happy for Joe Torre and Kalamazoo’s Derek Jeter (but bummed that Don Mattingly toiled all those years and never got a sniff of a World Series appearance). I also liked Bernie Williams and other players from those teams. This year’s club, though, reignited my disdain — mainly because of CC Sabathia and Mark Texeira. And for God’s sake, Joe Girardi manages every game scared to death.
3. The Calendar. Baseball’s refusal to stand up to the networks and make the postseason more tightly scheduled — a non-travel off day between games four and five of the league championship series? I can’t abide by a November World Series. Life has to go on, man!
2. The Phillies. Honestly, I have no problem with the Phillies. In fact, I like a lot of their players and have grown to love manager Charlie Manuel. But the only thing less appealing than an all-east-coast World Series would be a Yankees-Red Sox World Series, if that were possible. And don’t believe for a minute that Fox hasn’t thought about it.
1. The Tigers. Three weeks ago the most punishing Tigers season in my lifetime came to an end in Minneapolis and yet I’m still sporting the bruises. Perhaps it’s better that they lost Game 163 and spared us all the inevitable pain. (Though I still think they could’ve extended the Yankees in the first round.) The 2009 season’s disappointment eclipses ’08s debacle and it’s not even close.
I need time off to lick the wounds and heal the bruises. Time to read some books, watch some movies and clean the garage.
Tell me who wins.