The World Series is over, and for the second time in the last six years, my Tigers are left wondering what the hell hit them. The Giants played the whole Series with lightning bolts shooting out of their eyes, and my Tigers. . . didn't. They just kicked our asses every way they could possibly be kicked, and hats off to 'em. Not much doubt as to who was the better team for those four games. . .
I won't belabor the things you can read elsewhere. Our best pitcher got rocked, and our best hitters (especially young Mr. Fielder) struggled. Frankly, all season long, our hitters, aside from Cabrera and Fielder and Jackson, were disappointing, and prone to long, frustrating slumps. It was bad timing for them to fall into another of their familiar funks in the World Series, but whatchagonnado?
Our pitching actually wasn't that bad. Fister and Sanchez were very good, and deserved better from their bat-wielding teammates. Not to take anything away from the Giant pitchers, but when you hit .159 for the Series, you're not gonna win much.
I don't really mean this as the lame excuse that it's gonna come off as, but, one of these years, I'd like to play one of these things without having to sit for a week before we get there. It's tough to come back from a week off and jump in against a team. . . well, you know, that lightning-bolt thing. . .
Anyway, we'll have a couple weeks of post-season awards, and Tigers have a decent shot to win a couple of 'em. Then we start the process of looking forward to next year, and wondering if we'll be better or worse, or if we can make the playoffs again. For a World Series team, we've really got quite a few holes in our roster, and it would be nice if a few of the more glaring ones could be upgraded. But, overall, we've got enough talent to have realistic hopes of being back in the post-season with some moderate regularity. Perhaps. And once we get there, who knows?
But for now, baseball season is over, and we will return to our regularly-scheduled programming with the next post. . .