Tigers in 5. Look back before the World Series and several analysts will tell you "Tigers in 5."

Well, they might be right. The Detroit Tigers may play five games in the World Series. Thing is, the champagne will not be poured on each other's heads like Ted Striker with a drinking problem, but rather poured into their gullets.

The St. Louis Cardinals are one game away — yeah, those same 83-win, one-game-from-missing-the-playoffs, Isringhausen's-arm-turned-into-taffy Cardinals — from a World Series championship after winning a rather bizarre Game 4, 5-4.

Detroit was actually up 3-0 early thanks to Sean Casey's solo home run and RBI single, as well as Ivan Rodriguez breaking his 0-for-something-embarassing slump in the World Series with an RBI hit of his own.

I'm fairly certain at some point thereafter I said, "Finally. The world makes sense again."

This seemingly innocent comment was then urgently relayed up to heaven, where God's direct phone rang. It was the watchman.

"God," the man cried, exasperated. "We've got horrible news from the ground!"

"What is it?" the well-groomed, all-knowing man said. He took a sip of his brandy. "What was so important that you had to interrupt me during The Office?"

"It's Matt Sussman," the watchman said. "He's figured out the world and all its intricacies. This is no good at all. He'll doom the entire race!"

"Oh, shit," God said. "He'll figure out the Contra-like code that gives you 50 lives. Yes, I'll think of something quick. Thanks, Chad."

So in all his splendor, He decided to make Curtis Granderson slip in the seventh inning.

Having already tacked a couple runs in the game, the Cardinals led off the seventh inning with a double by David Eckstein, thanks to Granderson slipping on the slick grass during his canter toward the ball's eventual resting spot. The ball struck the ground with such awe that it dislodged everything I thought I understood about the world.