Tigers fans have been lovable losers and ecstatic, pennant-waving, Sparky Anderson-worshipping, cop-car-burning symbols of urban depravity. Just in the last decade, we’ve gone from being paper-sack-wearing, hundred-loss-season-suffering, gee-shucks-we’ll-get-’em-next-year joke punchlines to being Veruca Salt with an overpriced beer and a coney-stained smirk. Our baseball franchise has graced us with a World Series contender nearly every […]