I don’t want beat up on this team or blame anyone in the front office or players on the field. They vastly exceeded expectations for a considerable period of time so their stumbles now in comparison seem inexplicable, even treasonous. The endorphin and dopamine rushes I’ve got from this ball club for over a year are dizzying.
The Tigers are like Icarus from Greek mythology who flew too close to the sun with wings made of feathers and wax, causing the wax to melt and him to fall into the sea and drown.
The Tigers, though, are not dead yet. I think in general, I just need to be grateful for the joy they’ve given me for most of the last year. It’s actually childish to lash out. I’m old enough to know better and actually I’m kind of sobering up in this regard.