I'm a '96 grad and hadn't been to a game since my eldest child was a baby in the mid 2000's. I took her, one of my sons, and friend to the game last night and we were bad luck for the good guys. My friend had also not attended a game in a long time, and he & I are sharing the blame for this loss. We both swear on all that is holy that we will do the necessary penance and endure whatever sentence the Mighty Oculus might see fit to decree. All is not lost, we realize, as our Tigers' destiny still lies in their more than capable hands. But we superstitious types will not fail our brethren again, and next time we will bring the proper mojo to enable our Tigers to open that monster-sized can of a$$ whip on some poor, unsuspecting souls.