“Oh, for shame!,” says the knee-jerk reaction.
But here’s the rest of the story:
All teammates, past & present, rave about what a fine citizen –and specifically, father –Victor Martinez is. Little Victor has traveled with his dad all season, and has been “adopted” by the team, much as Dusty Baker’s kid was by the Giants a few years ago. Everyone associated with the Tigers has marveled at how close they are, and how Big Victor inspires them to be better parents to their own kids.
It’s not as though they were feeding shots to the tyke, and I’ve heard no reports that he’s hungover today –on anything but the joy all Detroit is feeling.
Considering how many pro athletes can’t name, or even count, their offspring, and try to weasel out of support payments for baby-mamas –”father of the year” isn’t far-fetched at all. “Every picture tells a story,” but sometimes that story’s a lie.

The champagne is no-alcoholic you idiot. It’s more of a prop than anything.

It is indeed non-alcoholic champagne. Y’know, with Cabrera and his troubles and all.