You know what? Fuck it. Maybe the rebuild is still going on.
I love the Tigers more than anything in the world, and in the depths of my heart, I believe that this is a team that can compete at full strength. I'm not saying that they're going to be a team that will win the division. I'm not saying that they will win the World Series. I'm saying that this is a team that can be good. "Good" is a very subjective term, but I think they can be over .500. And then I watch a game like tonight, and I abandon all hope. The Tigers were down this entire game, and Javier Báez gave the fans an electric moment and a three-run homer to put them up in the 8th inning.
Michael Fulmer pitched a scoreless 8th inning, and then AJ Hinch went to his closer Gregory Soto, who, despite not being able to throw a strike, made enough pitches to put the Tigers in position to win the game late, until the defense behind him made (or didn't make) a play that should've been accompanied by "Yakety Sax."
I don't know anymore. I'm trying my best to be optimistic and root for my team. These are my guys. The Tigers are my favorite team in the world, yet when you see something like that, your initial instinct is to slam your head into a brick wall as hard as you can until you forget about all the painful losses you've suffered as a sports man. This is a team that's working their asses off. It's a good coaching staff with a great manager and pitching coach, but none of them can take the field, sadly. This is why hope is a useless thing to have.