The conceit of this weekly column is that I write something similar to what a boots-on-the-ground beat reporter would write in a Notebook, but from the other side of the country. As a New York City resident, I don’t have access to the community or clubhouse. I try to keep an eagle eye on television, and scout the web for stats and notes that can make for some interesting content. I don’t get to enjoy watching our guys in person multiple times a season.
Well, the tables have turned, as Jim Sterk’s bizarre scheduling choices allowed me my third chance to see the Tigers in the past decade.