The party on the streets, though, got out of hand. Tiger fans set some burning examples of delirium, like one police car and one taxicab. There were a few circles of hell surrounding the ball park.
But inside the Stadium, the oldest ever to host a World Series, it was merely wacky. Dave Rozema, one of the few Tigers not to play, went out to the mound and did some imaginary pitching to a girl behind the plate.
The island of sanity was Anderson, who said his one regret was that his father, who died this spring, couldn't see the Series. He also promised his Series ring to his grandson, Georgie. "I don't need no ring," Sparky said. "I don't need to gaud it up. It's what's in here [pointing to his heart] that counts."
And so the Tigers' extraordinary season ended as it began—they were 7-1 in the postseason, matching the winning percentage of their 35-5 start. Blessings on all of them.