Lifetime baseball fanatic. The Detroit Tigers and the Old English D are a way of life for me. I've watched them at their most embarrassing, and when there was no one better, too. A Tigers fan through thick and thin.

Grew up watching "Sweet Lou" and "Tram" turn the best-double plays in baseball while Gibby was hitting them off the right field upper deck facade at classic Tiger Stadium.

It wasn't too long after the Wings emblazoned a "C" on the chest of their young new player, made him the franchise, and returned to glory again and again. The Captain Stevie "Y" was a Motor City God and I relished watching him play.

Then, there were the "Bad Boys" and basketball was king in Motown with Isiah Thomas and Joe Dumars putting plenty of smiles on the faces of Pistons fans for years.

And now, finally, it looks like our Lions may be ready to become king of the jungle again in the NFL.

Bottom line, pundits can talk about marketable cities all they want, but it doesn't get a whole lot better than the gritty sports of Detroit. Detroit has so much soul for their sports teams, I couldn't imagine being a fan anywhere else.

Who wouldn't want to be a fan in the D!