While how well the Detroit Tigers fare this season is certainly a big deal to many, perhaps they should kick back and exhale. Or is that inhale? No, that was Clinton. Nevermind. Regardless, just chillax. Like the old song goes -- every little thing's gonna be alright.
It's only barely June and already there are those that mention words like "panic", "tragedy", and even "Armageddon", when it comes to the Tigers. It's as if a doomsday scenario looms for their fans if the Tigers don't perform up to their pre-season expectations. Surely, all life will cease to exist in the Detroit area if their baseball team doesn't ---- umm -- do exactly what?
Win their division? They play in the weakest division in all of baseball, where no other team is even above .500. For all their hype, that should be a given.
Advance through the playoffs to the World Series? Could happen, but at that level, it's a crap shoot. The other teams are pretty good too. Actually win the Fall Classic for the first time in 30 years? They've got a legitimate shot, but the odds are against it.
Yet here we are, with over 100 games left to go in the regular season, and some folks either believe, or more properly want fans to believe they should consider panicking. Maybe not just yet, but stock up on the Xanax just in case.
Rookie Tiger manager Brad Ausmus even used the word "Armageddon". He didn't think his Tigers were there -- yet. Good thing. Last time I looked Armageddon had to do with the second coming, the anti-Christ, Satan, 1000 years of purgatory (hmm, how did the Detroit Lions get into this narrative?) and a whole bunch of fire and brimstone (kind of like an election year). Very grave matters indeed when it comes to pass.
Ausmus maintains the Tigers' recent 4-12 slide isn't indicative of his team. He thinks they're more like the 27-12 record they posted in the first month and a half. The truth likely lies somewhere in the middle.
The Tigers certainly aren't as bad as 4-12, but they're not as good as 27-12 either. They started out hot, and have recently gone cold. It happens all the time, both ways, in major league baseball.
But yours truly really wishes they'd stop with all the possible panic stuff. If the Tigers don't win another game all season, nobody's going to be jumping out of tall buildings or throwing themselves in front of freight trains, or speeding semis on the interstate. It's baseball, a game played by pampered millionaires. Win or lose, the world will be just fine. Nobody cares what happened last season, and nobody will care next year about what happens this year. It's only a game -- remember?
Unless, of course, former Tiger Brandon Inge is unanimously elected into the Hall of Fame when he becomes eligible.
Then it would be time to stock up the bomb shelter with plenty of food and survival gear, and get one's shorts in a serious knot indeed, because the world has obviously been lost to the forces of the dark side.
But for now, let's just see how it plays out in the next few months, OK? No worries......
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