Roar

I often despaired during the regular season that the Tigers would spring into action. Boy did they. A decisive sweep of the Yankees to go on to play in the World Series.

Better to spring into action late than early, of course.

I don't follow baseball closely any more. But I'm a Detroit boy (well, many decades ago I was). And my dad took me to games at the old Tiger stadium. So the Tigers are an emotional favorite if not a passion. I can at least understand the passion.