The Tigers have been besieged with all sorts of problems. Catcher Lance Parrish was signing autographs in Kansas City when someone handed him a summons to appear in a lawsuit involving a trucking firm he owns with some relatives. Outfielder Chet Lemon was ticketed for speeding on his way to Tiger Stadium, and when he told shortstop Alan Trammell about it, Trammell said, "That wouldn't have happened last year." Anderson inadvertently put on the jersey of pitcher Doug Bair, whom he had released two days before, and outfielder Kirk Gibson told him, "You could lose your job wearing that."
No wonder utility man Marty Castillo is walking around these days wearing a SAVE THE TIGERS button.
What's happened to staying power? Is it competitive balance? Nah, all you have to do is watch the Pirates. Is it because of free agency? Nah, the Orioles went that route this year and look what's happened to them. Is it because everybody goes gunning for the champ? Perhaps. The Padres' Garry Templeton swears they've been seeing only frontline pitchers all season.
The answer can be found in that Faustian tale, Damn Yankees. You gotta have heart. Miles and miles and miles of heart.
Sparky Anderson says, "We will dance again, I promise you." For now, though, the Tigers—and Cubs and Padres—are sitting this one out. You Royals had better dance as fast as you can.