You get three strikes.
Then, if that isn’t enough, you get three outs.
No good? OK, nine innings. No? How about 162 games? (Most years, at least.)
What we’re saying is, baseball is a sport built on tiny, almost indistinguishable segments that mean nothing at all, that build and build and build until … Blammo! You’re holding the World Series trophy. Or, in the Tigers’ case, you’re shaking off 98 losses, 98, 114, 35 … well, you get the point.
Hello, welcome to the Detroit Tigers Newsletter, and please stick with us for the next 200 words or so — we’re on a budget — while we suggest that the past week really didn’t matter.