Shoulda done ‘The Charleston’: Jim Leyland boogies down during celebration (video)
With a 1-0 win over the hapless Minnesota Twins on Wednesday night at Target Field, the Detroit Tigers clinched the team’s third-straight American League Central title. And as the champagne and beer flowed and showered the division champs, skipper Jim Leyland first got emotional, then he got down.
And I mean he really got down. You know, for a grouchy, gruff and cantankerous 68-year-old baseball lifer.
Before we get to the “Dance Fever” portion of the post, here’s what Leyland had to say about his team’s run of success (via the New York Daily News):
“We talked in spring training. This was a tough year for the guys because the expectations were so high and it was almost like we were set up to fail. And from Day 1 of spring training I told them don’t get caught up in the expectations,” Leyland said before getting dusty. “Get caught up in how we’re going to live up to those expectations. And I think that’s what they’ve done.
“And I want to say thank you to our fans. I’m so proud you, of what you’ve done for our ballclub,” he said before stopping to catch the mucus that was slipping out of his beak.
“And what you’ve done for me since I’ve been here. And I just hope that, I just hope that you feel like you’re getting your money’s worth. Because we try to entertain you. You keep coming out. I can’t tell you what you mean to us. It’s like a sixth man.”
After being carried in to the celebratory clubhouse by Torii Hunter, a champagne-soaked Leyland transformed into … some other reference — like “The Charleston” in the title of the post — to a good-timey reference to an era that, as funny as it may be to joke about, Leyland wasn’t even alive yet, not by a long shot. But still, you know it’s funny, because even if Leyland wasn’t born into the Roaring Twenties, he still is kind of old.
And since we have to wait so long to admire Leyland’s dance moves in the video, here’s a GIF that cuts right to Leyland cutting a rug (via Sporting News):
Ha! What the heck was that? Whatever it was, it was fantastic.
And who else thinks Leyland, after his boogie-down performance, sneaked a way to sneak a heater? I know I do. Because a cigarette, especially to Jim Leyland, tastes like … victory.