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Detroit Tigers: 3rd ALCS berth
1905 1906 1928
MIKE AND THE MAD DOG — OCTOBER 1928 — YANKEES ELIMINATED
MIKE: Alright, ah-right, we’re back! Mike and the Mad Dog on a Thursday, Yankees season is OVER, folks. O-V-E-R. And I gotta tell ya, Dog, this one… this is as early as we’ve wrapped up a Yankee season since 1919. Unbelievable.
DOG: MIKEY, I MEAN—YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS UP! THIS TEAM! THEY HAVEN’T WON A WORLD SERIES SINCE 1912! NINETEEN-TWELVE! THAT'S WILLIAM TAFT ERA BASEBALL! WHAT ARE WE DOIN’ HERE?!
MIKE: And listen, this is not one of those years where you lose in the ALCS in October and say “hey, tough break, but they’ll be back.” No, no, no. The Yankees didn’t even GET to the ALCS. That 8-year streak is over. For the Yankees? The “flagship franchise?” That’s a disaster.
DOG: THEEEEY LOST TO THE TIGERS, MIKE! THE TIGERS!! Third ALCS in team HISTORY for Detroit! First time since 1906! You can’t let DETROIT beat you in your own building, put up ELEVEN RUNS on ya, and then say, “Welp! Great season, boys!” Nonsense!
MIKE: Detroit came into Yankee Stadium like they OWNED the place. Seven runs in the first inning. Seven! By the time half the crowd found their seats, it was 7-0 Tigers. Pedraza? Guy looked like Ty Cobb crossed with Babe Ruth. .526 average for the series, nine RBIs, eight runs…
DOG: AND A TRIPLE IN THE FIRST! TWO-RUN HOMER! MACARIO HOMERS! THEY’RE RUNNING A TRACK MEET AROUND THE BASES! AND THE YANKEE PITCHING—WOOF! MIKEY IT WAS BRUTAL!
MIKE: Walker doesn’t get a SINGLE out. Gives up five hits, six runs, two homers, walks a guy, all in zero innings. ERA goes from high to stratospheric. And then Ramirez wasn't much better. At that point, the Tigers were basically batting practice in pinstripes.
DOG: AND THE YANKEES STILL ALMOST GOT BACK IN IT! FIVE RUNS IN THE FIRST! TWO MORE IN THE SECOND! THEY HAD TIGERS SWEATING A LITTLE BIT! KAWAZU HITS THE GRAND SLAM!
MIKE: But after the second inning? Nothing. NOTHING. One run the rest of the way. That’s where the Yankees showed you who they are right now: a team that folds. A team that runs out of juice. The Tigers bullpen shuts 'em down, Childress finishes the final two innings like he’s Mariano Rivera from the future.
DOG: AND MIKE—THE ENTIRE SEASON—WHAT DID WE SAY? DEFENSE SPOTTY. BULLPEN INCONSISTENT. LINEUP TOO TOP-HEAVY. AND WHAT HAPPENS? THEY GET EXPOSED! ABSOLUTELY EXPOSED!
MIKE: Dog, listen—this is the worst part. You can talk about the injuries, you can talk about the pitching staff, you can talk about inconsistency, but at the end of the day? It’s been sixteen years without a title. SIXTEEN. For the New York Yankees, that is not just a drought, that’s a CANYON.
DOG: IT’S A CATASTROPHE, MIKE! THE YANKEES ARE THE KNICKS OF BASEBALL RIGHT NOW! A LOT OF TALK, LOT OF GLITZ, LOT OF GLAMOUR—AND NO CHAMPIONSHIPS! NONE!
MIKE: And now we watch Detroit move on. A Cinderella team? Maybe. Maybe they’re just tougher. Maybe they’re better coached. Maybe—Dog, maybe they just wanted it more.
DOG: THEY DID WANT IT MORE! THEY OUT-HUSTLED! THEY OUT-RAN! THEY OUT-PITCHED! THEY OUT-HIT! THEY OUT EVERYTHING’D!
MIKE: The Yankees, Dog… they’re home. They’ll be watching the ALCS like everyone else. No confetti, no parade, no Fall Classic, not even a pennant chance.
DOG: AND WE’LL BE HERE TO TALK ABOUT IT ALL WINTER LONG, BABY! YANKEES OUT! TIGERS IN! 1928—WHAT A YEAR!
Last edited by jg2977; 11-30-2025 at 12:19 PM.
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