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Playoff baseball can cripple a man, keeps him up late, drinking too much and oh! those crazy superstitions. For those of you that think the Tigers won the ALCS because of Leyland, Dombrowski, Polanco or Ordonez, I'm sorry but you are lost. Apparently they are all but pawns in the hands of the Gods of Baseball Superstition (GoBS).

My hero is Joan in Ann Arbor who has to stay in her kitchen while her husband watches the game in an adjoining den. She snuck a peek from around the corner once and Milton Bradley went yard. Stay put, Joan. Tigers fans are grateful.

I do my share. The last time I wore my old Tiger's cap, Robertson was getting lit up in the third at Yankee Stadium. It now hangs in solitude on a hook on our bathroom door. That cap has been replaced by one I picked up at a truck stop on my way to Memphis this past spring. It is dark blue and reads, "THIS IS MY HAT, EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO MY WIFE". The GoBS must appreciate glib truck stop humor.