Yeah, I know. I know. Why am I writing about the Tigers when I barely care about the team? I mean, when I think about them, my brain conjures up strange, disconnected images. Old white guys who looked like my dad (I'm thinking of the late '60s Tigers). A franchise dependent on mustachioed players (I'm thinking of the '80s crew of Morris, Gibson, Bergman, Parrish and Petry). A horrid team from about 10 years ago that relied upon Damion Easley and Mike Maroth. A team that seems to have wacky-named players like: Johnny Wockenfuss. And Jim Walewander. Also, way too many of their cards are covered in brown. Brown does not make for nice-looking cards. It's apparent that I just don't care enough about them to really delve into their history and find out what they're all about. In the '90s, I kept putting Bobby Higginson on my fantasy team because I thought he'd be a star. If I had been paying attention, I'd know not to do things like th...
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