67-45, 1st place, 6 games up on the Cleveland Indians. It appears that the Tigers have won some games recently.
Some game last night. Some EXHAUSTING game. I think I would enjoy a game like that more if I was a pure baseball fan and not one so wrapped up in the fortunes of one team. You could write a book about that game. I’ll keep it brief. I know it’s sacrilege, but sleep is even more precious than baseball at my advanced age.
After striking out 3 times against the sensational Danny Salazar, Miguel Cabrera’s first pitch 2-run HR the fourth time up to put the Tigers ahead was a fine, fine moment. I think we all kinda knew it wasn’t yet won, however… Bruce Rondon – outstanding. Jeremy Bonderman – especially outstanding. Talk about mound presence. I felt intimidated, from a distance of several hundred miles… The low point – for me – of the Bad Baserunning Clinic put on by the Tigers was the pathetic slide by Brayan Pena, who might have scored had he known where home plate was, as you might expect a catcher to do… Dog Fister (Doug’s twin brother) was not good, but he gutted it out, and should maybe buy Jose Iglesias dinner some time. Salazar was the third straight Indians starter to own or mostly own the Tigers and by far the best of them… I had conflicting thoughts with Prince Fielder at the plate in the 14th, men on 1st and 3rd: a) Prince stinks. b) No, Prince doesn’t stink, and I still have faith in him. I was on “b)” just before he did what he used to do more often and obviously still can, whatever it is that has been bothering him physically or mentally or both (at the plate, I hasten to add – I’m loving him at first base) for so long now.
This has been some series, eh? Can’t remember another one quite like it this season.