What does a deep, heavy, desperately needed exhale look like? It looks like this: Tigers players screaming to the clubhouse ceiling, embracing the sticky spray of champagne and sweat and beer, shaking their heads wildly and then begging for more.

Finally, after weeks of teasing and torment, the Tigers got to taste the joy. They labored for it, appeared to blow it, but didn't lose sight of it. Ultimately, they earned it, a second consecutive trip to the postseason, and it might be even sweeter than the last.

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