A bunch of fifty and sixty year olds cheering for a bunch of seventy and eighty year olds. And we won on a walk off wild pitch.
It's been 50 years, fifty whole years, since the magnificent year of the Tiger, 1968. Yet it was only yesterday.
Time flies. So many of those guys are old, and jowly. So many are gone, twelve in fact. A few are wheel chair bound. Some have canes. All of them hobble. But you know what?
They are heroes.
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