As most may be aware, I'm pulling for the Detroit Tigers to take the World Series title.

No, not because they beat the Yankees, though that is another good reason.

The Tigers are a surprisingly well-balanced team with great potential. The young arms though inexperienced are lively and powerful.

And manager Jim Leyland has harnessed that power and potential into a collective winner. The manager of the year continues to make the right moves.

And what more can you say about Kenny Rogers? The crafty veteran used all of the tools in the box last night, including a little rosen, to continue his post season success. The Detroit Free Press has the story and blogger Bill McGraw has more.

But how does a 91-game loser end up in the World Series?

Two words: Divine intervention.

There is really no other way.

Now, you may think me crazy, but I truly believe someone (and I know who) is turning this team around.

Like the rest of the family, my Uncle Dick liked a good laugh. He enjoyed teasing me about my Sox. He taunted me about my Sox right on this very site. And he was a huge Tiger fan.

For years we would debate the merits of the two clubs. And if my team should lose to his, rest assured I'd hear about it.

I had my share of laughs too - afterall the Red Sox have had the edge for quite a few years now.

But he passed last winter. And through some miracle or winning some angelic cribbage wager, he has his team in position for victory.

Maybe it's a way to put closer on his death, giving the family one more happy memory. If not, a way to keep us all engaged in the best-of-seven series.

With every pitch, a smile crosses my face and I think of him and his Dubail smirk. He's most definitely getting the last laugh.

So here's to you Uncle Dick; Go Tigers!

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