2016 Redux

The 2016 Edition of the Tigers Team Was Abrupt 

The amazing thing about the 2016 incarnation of the Detroit Tigers is just simply how terribly they could play at any given moment.

Cut, take two.

The amazing thing about the 2016 incarnation of the Detroit Tigers is just simply how incredibly they could play at any given moment.

I wrote about this eight years ago. 

I am re–writing about it again today.

Because it WAS the roller coaster effect.

Mr. Avila. 

August 4, 2015, the direction of the Detroit baseball franchise changed. Dave Dombrowski was out as the president and general manager and his longtime assistant Al Avila was now in charge. It's reported the Avila had it in his contract that he would be paid like a GM and could not interview with other teams for their GM openings. Suddenly after an awkward trade deadline scenario where we dealt players to teams with records similar to ours after saying we would be buyers, the Tigers were a much worse team not worth watching with a GM … with a son on the team. Not to mention a manager on the hot seat twisting in the wind.

I believe that Avila intended to fire Brad Ausmus but once one of his lieutenants leaked the information to the media, he had to backtrack and "keep" him. Into the 2016 season, in fact. Ausmus was out–managed many times and he also over–managed many times. The Washington Nationals hired a similarly under–qualified manager around the same time the Tigers hired Ausmus when they brought in Matt Williams. Realizing the team was talented but way underperforming, the Nats fired Williams and brought in a true manager, Dusty Baker. The Nats ended up as a good baseball team in 2016.

The change at the top with no–change in the middle manager seat probably caused much more than confusion in Tiger town. The constant rotation of players from Toledo to Detroit and back to Toledo got old — Buck Farmer up and down 19 times in those seasons. Okay, maybe that's part of the reason the Tigers cannot develop players. Constant injuries finally caught up to Anibal Sanchez; Sanchy as they call him. Remember how we questioned the signing of Mike Pelfry from the moment the ink hit the paper. He signed a two–year $16 million contract. Meanwhile, our old buddy Doug Fister (don't get a Tiger fan started on that deal with the Nats) signed a one–year deal with Houston for $7 million. The large contract for Justin Upton (basically the old Prince Fielder albatross of a contract) was lauded but with caution.

It's was a long season of ups and downs. The team looked amazing then amazingly terrible. And that's not to say that eventually Brad Ausums won't be a good manager — it just won't jell in Detroit.

Something Like Nostalgia

One night in the fall of 1990, while just a freshman at Central Michigan University listening to music, I remember a conversation with my roommate, Brian.  

It started out like this: "Funny, some day these songs are going to be 'oldies.'" 

Now, thirty–some years later, they're not oldies anymore, they're classics.

In September 1991, Guns 'n' Roses put out two albums in the same day, Use Your Illusion I and Use Your Illusion II. At the time, it seemed like the double disk drop was just a blip on GNR's radar screen. It wasn't until 17 years later that they put our a studio–recorded follow–up, Chinese Democracy. You still hear the first chords to "Sweet Child O' Mine," from GNR's huge commercial break–through, Appetite for Destruction, and you remember something you did back in '87. But, that album was on the shelves for about nine months before MTV broke "Welcome to the Jungle."

By no means did I set out to suggest that GNR is nostalgia. People recently paid close to a thousand dollars to go see Australian rockers ACDC in what is basically a tribute band. I remember seeing them in 1991 and thinking, "Wow, they're old for rock 'n' rollers." A whole new generation follows them now (and I think I was part of the second or third generation of ACDC fans ... )

Music makes us remember. Music sets the tone. I can remember where I was and what I was doing the first time I heard certain songs. The first time I heard "We Didn't Start the Fire" (a young 18 years old, or so — I was a Billy Joel fan ... have been since I was 6) I thought it was terrible. 

"Billy trying to rap," I said my friend Bru. 

Of course, the song grew on me. 

I used to buy music when it was brand new because I wanted to be the one to recommend a new hit or album, or artist.

Nostalgia. It's caused by music. 

Songs set the tone for so much of what we do. If you've ever sung along, and draped your arms around all the people in your row, to Billy Joel's "Piano Man," you can't help but think of that moment in Chicago in 1993 ... right? Or at the Palace in '90 . Music sets the moment.

It used to be ... back in '77 or so, when my parents would play Jimmy Buffett's album Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes that you knew they were having company. The party music morphed into constant music, though. But the song "Margaritaville" meant "good times." Oh, and Amy and Rick needed to stay downstairs ...

Nostalgia. Memories. Thinking back. How many times have we said, "We're making memories" ? 

That, my friends, is nostalgia.

Rock on ...

35-1/2 Hours In Key West '24

 THANK YOU 

35-1/2 Hours in Key West 

'24

“Squalls out on the gulf stream

Big storm comin' soon

Passed out in my hammock

God, I slept till way past noon

Stood up and tried to focus

I hoped I wouldn't have to move far

Sure could use a bloodymary

So I stumbled next door to the bar”

— JB, ‘74

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

At the counter, the nice lady from American Airlines said, “You can’t check bags to Miami, it’s closed.” I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. No Thanks! I thought. So we pulled out a few things to take, stuck them in a carry-on and I sprinted the luggage back to the car. And sprinted back. We headed to the gate.

Start the rhyme, readers: “We headed to the gate, but we were late. We were three minutes late to the gate.” No Thanks!

Back to the counter. This lady from American was truly a nice lady. Not that the other one wasn’t,  but she wasn’t. No possible way to get us all on one flight. But we could do this, do that, and possibly this. We didn’t want to lose the Air BnB or the rental car, so I was elected to jump on a flight to Key West, via Chicago and Miami. We weren’t sure what the others would do YET but I once again sprinted to the car and grabbed my luggage as I was like Lewis & Clark and heading ahead of the gang.

When I got back to Lori Heitmeyer, Steven Lott, and Tonya S Lott, and went to put stuff in my bag from the carry-on, we discovered that the blue bag was Lori’s and I would be taking her luggage with me. It would be okay because we would all reunite in a few hours at the latest.

I sat on the tarmac for quite a while (why be specific about time — we had nothing but time) and they de-iced the plane a couple times. And ran out of de-icer and had to reload. The timing had to be pretty precise to hit the flight from Chicago to Miami and even more precise from Miami to Key West.

And the plane to Chicago eventually left, and luckily the plane in Chicago to Miami was delayed about an hour. Otherwise … well, you know. But that didn’t do anything for the arrival time in Miami and the subsequent leave time also in Miami. We dropped down in Miami about 25 minutes before the flight would leave to head to Key West.

It certainly couldn’t take the 23 minutes from Gate D12 to Gate D60N, could it. Oh yeah it could. I ran, jogged, sprinted, walked fast and anything else I could think of to make it to the gate on time. As it turned to 2:16 I was at Gate 50 and knew it wasn’t happening, but just in case, I kept going.

I am 52. This was not the best workout for someone my age, but alas, I had work to do. I got into Gate 60 and it is probably the largest gate in airline history. I saw a sign that pointed to additional 60s and went through the door. Into a huge room with numbered D60 gates going all the was to 12. The room was packed.

PACKED. There was no Gate 60DN. Was I in the wrong place? Was I in the wrong city? Where was I? I ran over to a place where a dude seemed to have a little downtime and in between announcements, I interrupted him. I’m like:

“So I know I’m three minutes late and it’s not my fault. Is there any chance the plane hasn’t left yet. I’m going to Key West.”

“It’s probably gone, but I’ll check.”

Whew, back to a nice American worker. I don’t mean that the way it sounds, I mean American Airlines, just in case that wasn’t clear earlier.

Suddenly he turned and walked away.

“Sir, sir, you were helping me. Where are you going?”

Panic.

A nice lady says, “What’s wrong?”

Oh, don’t get me started …

“Well, he was helping me and just turned and left.”

She asked what I needed and I told her. She said that these other people she pointed at were trying to get on the same plane. Get in line with them and we’ll see what we can do. Nice American Airlines lady. The plane was indeed closed, but they opened it back up and we headed into Gate D60N territory.

Which then branches even more, but I was hoping to make it. The cool people from Pennsylvania who I was waiting with held the door about 60 yards ahead and waved for me to “Come on!”

Onto the plane, we lightened the load with some small talk and a couple jokes. These nice folks had been waiting an hour on the tarmac. Apparently, it wasn’t all our fault though because the pilot crew was stuck in customs. I assumed that they were already at Miami International. After another hour and some great conversation with our new friends, we were about ready to fly.

But what about Steven Lott, Tonya S Lott, and Lori Heitmeyer? Good question …

Well, friends, that’s a great question.

Lori was able to book a flight to Charlotte then Miami and I would drive up and pick her up from Miami International. That would be easy. I would land in Key West, grab the rental car, and head back north over the Overseas Highway. It would be dark, so I would have to watch for the Keys Deer when the time was right, but it would be all good.

Steve and Tonya would be going to Dallas, spending the night in the airport and flying out to Miami, then Key West in the morning. Easy peasy. The gang would be back together soon.

Lori sat on the plane in Grand Rapids and watched the plane get de–iced a couple times. She was waiting to take off for Charlotte when all the sudden she got a text that said the Charlotte to Miami flight was canceled.

She said, “I don't want to be stranded in Charlotte tonight. So somehow she was able to get off the plane and onto stand by with the other two who were with us, Steve and Tonya.

Remember, they were going to Dallas. I don’t know if Steve was thinking about the last time he had gone to Dallas, in December, the NFL robbed the Lions of a victory three times in five minutes that crazy December night. I know I was thinking about it.

So, the three of them were able to leave Grand Rapids and head to Dallas. They had been in Grand Rapids all day while I had been flying. I suppose my luggage was still on a plane that was headed to Charlotte and Miami. At least I have a pair of shorts and a shirt.

I’m wearing sandals next time I fly to Florida.

It’s Friday evening, March 22, 2024. So, Steve, Tonya, and Lori are all either on their way to Dallas by now, or there. I’m not sure. I have checked into the place at Mills Place  and picked the rental car and I’m just watching the weather turn ugly. I didn’t know it rained like this in Key West in March. I went to Five Guys and got a gut bomb, but that ends up being a story itself. Pro tip, after a stressful day of flying, do not add grease.

The other travelers sort of sleep in the Dallas airport and Steve and Tonya head to Miami on Saturday morning. Lori did not make the stand-by flight this time, but she was first stand-by on a direct flight from Dallas (that’s where she was, afterall) to Key West, leaving at 8:30 a.m. There were “for sure” seats on another direct flight, but …

Ah, hell, that 8:30 flight was delayed to 12:20, so the other, new, different Texas American Airlines lady said, “Let’s get you on this flight.” So, Lori is supposed to fly at 12:30 directly to …

Ah, Thank You for this new announcement: nine minutes before Steve and Tonya are ready to fly to Key West, the flight gets canceled. Not delayed. Not postponed. Canceled. Thank You very much. No rental cars available — but possibly a later flight.

At least we have nothing but time at this point.

We are now 36 hours into the trip and we still haven’t been to Irish Kevins …

TECHNOLOGY IN EDUCATION

I originally wrote this about 10 years ago. It's slightly edited to correct typos and clarify information. Overall, this is a snapshot of technology.

I was asked how technology has changed in the classroom since I started teaching. In 1995, some teachers had a classroom computer and most schools had a lab.

During that first year of teaching, I approached one of our administrators about needing a couple of new computers for my students. I taught English and journalism, and I was able to gettwo brand new computers with Pentium 133 MHZ processor. I don't remember what that exactly meant, but it was good for 1995. They also had a hard drive, maybe a 2 Gb. They might have been five, I'm not sure. Anyhow, I felt good about that. I returned after Chirstmas Break and they were in my classroom/office.

As the journalism teacher, I was lucky enough to have some Macintosh computers, as well. And by some, I mean, two. One had a small hard drive and the other didn't have one. After a semester, we quit using those. (Editor’s Note: Instead of disposing of these machines, we should have kept them. They are probably worth a bit on Ebay — which did not exist in ‘95).

PageMaker was relatively new and unknown at the time, but we had version 4.2 on the Macs. It wasn't worth using, but we did some mock ups and cuts and pastes. I also came across a bootleg version of PageMaker 5.0 that I could use with my other district–issued computer: the  Gateway. I also was able to borrow another teacher's Gateway because she never used it and I told her she could "house it in my classroom." I found ways to get computers.

Back in ‘95, we didn't have the Internet, but suddenly we were able to go into the "head end" room and use a computer with our new email addresses to communicate. Well, actually, we had to use our own email addresses, but we would eventually be receiving district e–mail addresses. There was only one computer set up this way. I remember trying to get in there early in the morning to "check email." Wow, this was so 1995.

Most teachers back then didn't really incorporate technology. But it began to change during the next few years. We were able to receive the Technology Literacy Grant at that school and make some major changes and upgrades. We spent money using stipends and such to get teachers trained on email, Microsoft, etc.

Times began to change and by 2000 we had "a lot of" teachers getting "with the program."

I can't imagine how fun it must be to be a teacher these days with the Internet, with collaboration, with the endless supply of information. If all the other political mumbo jumbo didn't come with the package ...

Sometimes You Roll Sevens

Tigers' Mistakes Personified 

I actually do not remember writing this blogpost in July 2015. 20 Days later, Dombrowski was jettisoned. Ironically, a few years later, he actually did join the Phillies. Many of my concerns about Avilia turned out to be founded. 

Well Maybe I Was Wrong/Right

 It's On (Revisiting History — Part I) 

Presumably, the prospects the Tigers acquired in the trade are top–notch talent

With the trade last week of veteran starting pitcher and future Hall of Famer Justin Verlander, the Tigers signaled that the rebuild was real. It was happening. 

Apparently, we didn't get that idea as the team jettisoned JD Martinez ahead of time. Then, at the non–waiver trade deadline the Tigers moved Justin Wilson and Alex Avilia to the Cubs for some prospects. 

Suddenly, on the playoff–deadline day, the Tigers shocked everyone by sending Justin Upton to the Angels and, with a minute to spare, Justin Verlander to the Astros. 

The Astros made total sense as a destination for Verlander. He's a stud, big game pitcher and the Houston Astros needed one of those. Presumably, the prospects the Tigers acquired in the trade are top–notch talent. 

The 'Stros have been building for 2017 for a long time, so the trade could be the final piece of the puzzle.

When Changing the Attitude Does Not CHANGE the Culture

FIRE MILLEN REDUX 

I rediscovered this today. Current Lions Head Coach Dan Campbell has allegedly changed the culture and moved forward after the few years under former Head Coach Matt Patricia. 

"*To me, the biggest reason is Rod (Marinelli)," Millen said. "I think he did a great job this year on a lot of fronts. If you remember back when I first got here, the very first thing I talked about -- the very first thing -- was the attitude. We had to change the attitude. Remember that? And I still believe that. I think that Rod has addressed that and has continued to pound it every single day. This is the first time I can see things are changing."

- Mr. Matt Millen, Former Boss of the Lions (2001 through 2008) 

He led the team that drafted Charles Rogers, Joey Harrington, and Mike Williams et al. 

He fired Gary Moeller and hired Marty Mornhinweg, Steve Mariucci, Dick Jauron,  and Rod Marinelli. Most of those head coaches lasted a season or two. So, Millen changed cultures several times. Marinelli lasted from 2006 through the 2008 season. 

So, what we are enjoying these days is nothing new …

[*Taken from The Detroit Free-Press, January 3, 2007]