Remembering 1984

As the Tigers have made this run to the World Series, I've been thinking back to 1984, the last time the Tigers won the Series.

My brother and I decked out the mantel of our fireplace with Tigers shirts, pennants, and newspapers. But there's one thing I remember more than anything else. We watched Game 5 while we ate dinner (games used to start before 9 p.m. back then), and Chet Lemon made that running catch in left field sometime later, the Tigers were world champions.

I was 10 at the time, so popping champagne wasn't an option. But dad wanted to do something, so he piled me, mom and my brother into the car and off we went to Baskin Robbins on Garfield for some celebratory ice cream. I remember pulling out of the driveway and making our way down Terra Bella as dad honked the horn over and over, as if we were part of the celebration.

I hope sometime Jackson and I can share a memory like that. Maybe, with the Lions.

Sorry, I think being an expectant father has caused me some mental problems. We all know the Lions will never win anything (another lesson my dad taught me long ago).

Go Tigers!