When I woke up today I felt like I needed to write a letter to you explaining why there’s no reason to panic about the Tigers. I also felt like I needed an Egg McMuffin. I don’t know why I felt like I needed an Egg McMuffin partly because I don’t even care for McDonald’s and I try to limit my fast food intake, but I felt like eating an Egg McMuffin. I also feel the need to tell you that I didn’t get an Egg McMuffin, as a few things happened in my job that I do for money that prevented me from walking into a McDonald’s. Now that I’ve taken care off all that work stuff it’s nearly lunch time and therefore Egg McMuffin’s are no longer available at most participating McDonald’s so must wait till tomorrow to get one, and I probably won’t even want one tomorrow. So I have this empty non-Egg McMuffin hole in my stomach and it’s all very depressing to me because I get to sit down and write this and will need to wait for lunch, of which will not be an Egg McMuffin.
I’m very sorry for going on such a rant, but I get very cranky when I don’t have anything to eat after I wake up and that’s the case this morning. It also doesn’t help that something at my job that I do for money went wrong which caused me to miss breakfast and well, this is just turning into a bad case of the Wednesday’s.
For some reason though I’m not at all cranky about the Detroit Tigers, which is weird because that’s logical and my logical sensor should be skewed right now. I can also honestly say that my fandom of baseball helps me relax, which is probably why when something irl gets all messed up and dissapointing, baseball and the Tigers are there to ground me. It almost explains why I am blogging these words at this very moment!
Wow, sorry, I can’t believe you’re still reading this. I promise you will be rewarded with some Detroit Tiger information momentarily.
If you looked at the standings this morning you saw that the Tigers are tied for first place in the AL Central with the 9-6 Cleveland Indians (who are actually percentage points ahead) and the 10-7 Chicago White Sox. If you happen to look at the AL East you saw that the Baltimore Orioles, New York Yankees, Tampa Bay Rays, and Toronto Blue Jays are all tied for first place….with 10-7 records.
In fact if you go over and look in the NL, you see that the Atlanta Braves and St. Louis Cardinals are both sitting at 11-7. Those are all basically the same record through 17-18 games, right? I mean, I know that I’ve missed breakfast but I think that says more about the fact that it’s April and so few games have been played that the Baltimore Orioles are at the same caliber as the new York Yankees. There’s no reason to freak out because the Tigers just lost 4 of 5 games, just as there’s no reason for the fans of the Boston Red Sox (6-10) and Los Angeles Angels to freak (6-11) out, and their teams have had horrible starts this year.
I think my point is this: As much good luck the Tigers had in their first five games of the season has come back as bad luck in the last five. That’s not to say the Rangers didn’t play well, or the Mariners didn’t play well, or Rick Porcello and Max Scherzer didn’t look absolutely horrible during their starts, but there have been plays that haven’t gone the Tigers way, and that’s what happens in baseball. When the going is bad, bad things happen, and when the going is good, the balls fall where you need them too.
The Tigers were supposed to run away with the division, but you and I knew coming into the season that it wouldn’t be that easy. Why would you want to know ahead of the time that the Tigers were a sure thing to win the division? Where would the fun be if you already knew the outcome?
The beauty of baseball is in its randomness: it is the fear that you feel on a nightly basis when your team fails to win, it is the joy that you feel on a nightly basis when your team wins.
That’s why I watch. I also watch because Miguel Cabrera is the Egg McMuffin of hitting baseballs and he’s so good that I’ll even enjoy his swing twice.