THE NEUROTIC TIGER: THE PERILS OF TECHNOLOGY
Let’s be honest here, shall we? Major League Baseball doesn’t give a flying handshake for the people who don’t have cable television. If you have failed in this most American endeavor, as I have, then...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: NO END TO THE WORRIES
At the start of the American League Division Series, your writer was about halfway through his 43rd year. At the close of the Tigers postseason, whether the first round ends tonight or they suffer...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: BETRAYED!
In the aftermath of the Tigers’ 10-1 drubbing at the hands of the mighty New York Yankees, I invoke the sour image of one Alfred Manuel “Billy” Martin, former manager of the Tigers, Twins, A’s,...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
As our cameras turn to Gotham, today I invoke the kind spirit of my Grandma Schilling, who more than anyone fostered my love of this great and noble sport. Baseball has personal memories for everyone...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: A FISTER FULL OF DOLLARS*
In the immortal words of old-tyme Tigers manager Hughie Jennings: EEYAH! Despite the fact that my heart has been given perhaps too much of a workout, this was one hell, one freaking hell, of a great...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: TIGER MY RIDE!
Today I invoke the spirit of the crazy 1970s, the decade when I was weaned on baseball, and when I first met the man who would be my stepdad, James Younger. And I celebrate my new favorite Tiger,...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: SPIRIT OF THE DOUGHNUT MAN
Today I invoke the awesome power of one Mickey Lolich, the Detroit Tigers’ 1968 World Series MVP. The “hero to the fat man” (as he thought of himself), won three games in that series, which was a nail...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: LIKE PEE WEE, TEXAS BOUND
Honestly, I don’t have a God damn thing to add to yesterday’s incredible, kind-of come-from-behind victory (they were down 1-0 early on) the Detroit Tigers managed to pull off in their last game in...
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: REALITY BITES
That’s it, the season’s over. The art of fiction is alive again. Invention has wrestled itself free from reality. And now the totally banal, the most obviously mundane, is all that is plausible....
View ArticleTHE NEUROTIC TIGER: HERE COMES THE PRINCE
By now everyone who reads my baseball stuff knows that the Detroit Tigers, my Detroit Fucking Tigers, went crazy and signed the affable and corpulent Prince Fielder. As a Tiger fan, I have seen a...
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