Cleveland — They’d been waiting since mid-summer, through August, through a painful September. The Tigers were still waiting as the playoffs began, waiting for another shot, looking for their moment. And then on a perfect sunny afternoon, here they came, swing by swing, hit by hit, the clutch Tigers who once held the best record in baseball.

Here they came and there they went, bounding out of the visitors dugout at Progressive Field Thursday, racing across the infield, leaping as if they’d just removed leg weights. Those weren’t leg weights, those were the Cleveland Guardians, the nemesis they can never escape, until now.

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