I admit it. I'm a Detroit Tigers baseball fan. There, finally—it's out in the open. No more hiding, no more pretending, no more trying to be something that I'm not. It's not easy being a lifelong fan of the Detroit Tigers. I have no 'normal' association with the Tigers—I'm not from Detroit, and I have no family in Detroit. In fact, the closest I've ever gotten to Detroit has been the airport, while on a business trip a few years ago to visit Chrysler in Auburn Hills (an affluent nearby suburb). I grew up in central Connecticut—West Hartford, to be precise—and the baseball sensibilities among us kids were split evenly along the Red Sox—Yankees fault line. (It's interesting that in the 1960's of my youth, one's baseball loyalties were still a major identifying aspect of our childhood. Nowadays, it seems that the major identifying aspects of kids' lives are things like the color of their iPod, and whether or not they get a brand—new or used car the...(Read Full Post)