All right, let's get right to the people.

We have described yesterday that if you were explaining to someone from the future,

tell me about the 2025 Tigers.

Yesterday's start to finish would be it.

I mean, you have a playoff game on a beautiful fall day.

By playoff standards, nobody shows up.

Then the crowd booze, rightfully.

Marco, looking at you, rightfully boost him off field.

Then they go Undertaker mode, turn into the 1927 Yankees, light the Mariners on fire,

and score the most runs they've scored since the 1964 playoffs.

Sound about right?

Yeah.

And then point over to Scooblin and say, and now you have game five.

This is what you have to look forward to.

And yet, yet, you still have three silos of fans. All three are justified. All in, sort of, and then all out. I'm just at a point, if you told me they're winning the World Series, I wouldn't even fight you. Because I can't explain this team. And in the absence of sense, in the absence of data, you just have to roll with it. I mean, I don't know what to say. Will I be surprised if they lose tomorrow? No. Sure as hell wouldn't be surprised they win. Riga, I can't, there's no predictive measure anymore. I picked them to beat the guardians. I didn't even feel good about it, but I did it. And I picked him to beat the Mariners, and I couldn't, I couldn't give you reasons. I ended up in a

positive regression matrix. It's, it's because, it's because they spent 50 bucks at the

slot machine. So the four for 46 with runners in scoring position in the playoffs, cutscene.

Yesterday, after all the failure, they went five for their next five.

Runners in scoring position.

Not one, not two, not three, not four.

Five for five.

Positive regression.

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