I’ve been playing “Panic in Detroit” all morning long. The original Bowie version, the Christian Death cover, any one I can get my hands on. It’s just an appropriate phrase for how I’ve felt last night and this morning. The city must just be running wild, beaming with joy. And being knotted by panic over the World Series games which now must be played.

It’s a different feeling from when the Tigers beat the Yankees five years ago in the same contest. Then, they seemed erratic, having nearly scuttled their winning season in its final month. It was like rooting for a crazy person to randomly do a good thing while on an otherwise destructive rampage.

This year feels more stable, every success deserved. Last night’s first inning, in which the Tigers calmly got back-to-back home runs and delivered a crushing psychological blow to the arrogant Yankees, was delightful to watch. A World Series win (which would be the team’s first in 27 years) may not be inevitable, but it would be a welcome and appropriate end to the season. Detroit sure needs the sort of glow which Boston got from being a winning city (not to mention beating back the bigger-city Yankees) in 2004.