The deed is done. Granderson is a Tiger no more.
I will have plenty to say about this, but need to collect my thoughts at the moment.
Oh, and that 10 hr plane ride tomorrow--the one that I thought could be "a therapeutic session in which I can think about a trade in-depth as I sip Ginger Ale and snack on peanuts"? Yeah. That's going to suck. And that Ginger Ale is probably going to be a teeny airplane bottle of liquor.