Susan and I missed the first three games and couldn't help but watch this one.
We watched it for two reasons:
#1. When our kids were little, our son Nate always brought us together around the TV to watch the World Series. Always. We would hang together and suffer through each boring inning and rejoice in every exciting inning. Each game. He would tell us that we all had to be together - that these were BASEBALL'S GREATEST GAMES. "How could we NOT watch it, Dad?" Nate would say.
#2. Detroit was my childhood team. I entered into my second year of Little League from a town near Detroit: Mt. Clemens. It was the spring of my 5th grade year. And everyone on my team would rather have worn a Detroit Tigers baseball cap than our own team's cap. It was something about the "D". To us it was the first initial of Denny McLain's name. And for another kid named "Denny", the letter D seemed equally special.
The way it was written a bit formal, maybe even a tiny bit calligraphied. On a baseball cap, no less.
In Detroit, Michigan.
And tonight, my bride of 35 years and I are enjoying our time together, sitting by ourselves, for the fourth game of the World Series.
Thinking about Nate, Meggie and Colin and our times around the television together as a young family.
Thinking about The World Series, Detroit and the fancy D.