In the 90s, Cleveland fans would flock to Tiger Stadium in droves. They were loud, obnoxious and entitled. I have despised their fanbase since. I laughed like a hyena during game 7 of the 1997 World Series.
I don’t think I have the same animosity toward them now, but I felt the same amount of satisfaction with the Tigers winning the series in Cleveland as I do when Michigan football loses. It’s one of the best feelings in sports.