It's weird to think that I went to the World Series last night, but all I read/hear/think about today says Kenny Rogers cheated. Did he? I don't know. There are quotes out there from other pitchers saying the default "Everybody does it." But does that mean it's okay? Do I even know if he did anything? No. Maybe he actually did get dirt/resin. Maybe he held someone's bat while they were tying their shoe. Maybe he got "chocolate cake" on it. (Love you, Jonesy) In any case, LaRussa didn't do much about it, possibly due to his friendship with Leyland. It has to fall on the manager making the complaint, and then the umpires. The problem now is we can never know what actually happened. Which unfortunately could ruin Rogers' amazing run. Back to the matter at hand:

I never once thought in my entire life, that I'd be going to the World Series. Not because the Tigers couldnt' make it, but mainly because it never seemed real to me. The last Tigers memory I had of the WS, I was covered in spaghetti, screaming in joy, watching Larry Herndon catch the ball that crowned the Tigers, "Champs." (I was 6. Seriously.) But as I walked in, all I could think about was how huge it was. The whole season culminated in this battle between two teams. And for me, this is the ultimate in sports playoffs. The crowd was a little different than normal. Not as different as you hear on talk radio ("No real Tiger fans!!!) but different enough. Lots of fur coats, lots of souvenir shopping. I actually heard one mother yell at her kids in the shop, "Do you want to watch the game, or get a World Series coat? MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!" And there seemed to be a decent amount of people there from other cities, just making a trip to see a World Series. Overall the atmosphere was exciting, with all kinds of national media there. The first game was disappointing from a fan standpoint, but still fun. And I guess that's the difference between the WS and other playoff games. Just saying the name "World Series" gives it a certain aura, or mystique.

It really hit me last night, when my wife leaned over and said, "Look" as she pointed to the scoreboard in right field. "There aren't any other games, but this one." To which I replied: "Awesome."