And so it was that the last game of the 2005 Tigers season was but a micro-representation of the entire season.
A bafflingly bad start, followed by a period of relatively good baseball, followed by a startling and hope-inducing almost-comeback, ending in yet another discouraging loss.
And at the end we had the lovely wide representation of ways you can get Tigers out– Carlos Pena struck out swinging (because we refuse to walk); Omar Infante struck out looking (because even when we try to walk we couldn’t recognize a ball if you scuffled it in the dirt); Vance Wilson took one ball then promptly flew out to center (cause we’re awesome with contact like that and if we’ve got offensive studs like Vance Wilson out there, man, why not swing away?).
No doubt I’ll do a proper ‘dissect this decaying wreck of a season’ post soon enough, when I’ve had a bit more time to chew on it. OK, unfortunate choice of verb, given the corpse imagery just prior to it. But maybe it’s appropriate for how we all feel about this season.
So the season is over, but fear not, 12 Tigers fans who regularly read this site. There’s so much to talk about. What went wrong. Who should go. Who should not go. What went wrong. What to do with Pudge. What free agency looks like. Who we should pick up. Things you can do now that there’s no more (Tiger) baseball. What went wrong. The behavioral vicissitudes seen in roaming bachelor males of the Sumatran tiger subspecies… uh, I mean, whether Tram should stay or go.
For now, try to forget about the season for a few days. Let it stew, or ferment, or do something equally likely to result in pungent fumes. Then get back to me, and we’ll talk about it.