First place. Seven and three. Just swept the Kansas City Royals. Winners of five straight. This is, somehow, your 2019 Detroit Tigers. This feels good. I’m going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
Those last sentences are brought to you in no small part by the largely dormant lumber lugged about by one Christin Stewart. The type of lumber that, lately, seems to awaken only to feast on pitches that are soon to be parked in the outfield seats while young Mr. Stewart plates runs like a short-order cook plates hashbrowns on a Saturday morning.