The bars and restaurants were thinning out by the time I finished writing following the Lions playoff clinching victory over the San Diego Chargers Saturday night.

A couple wearing Calvin Johnson jerseys and Santa hats walked by. Three buddies walked briskly to their car near Comerica Park. They didn't need to say a word. You could see it in their eyes. They were thrilled to be Lion fans. I was happy for them.

But then I saw it. It was the sight I really wanted to see. A kid leaped across the street on Monroe near Fishbones. He waved his hands in the air and threw his head back as he did a funky victory dance through Greektown. That kid was me a million years ago when the 1968 Tigers clinched the pennant at Tiger Stadium against the New York Yankees.

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