First, point of order: The Tigers swept the Yankees (who look like the Yankees of early Steinbrenner the Elder more than the ones we remembered to fear again - only Steinbrenner family hubris at generational intervals has kept Major League Baseball from radically changing its revenue sharing structure). Very good. They now stand at 14-15 and all of the panic subsides for a few days. Deep breath and exhale.
Now that May has arrived, it’s time to begin checking seriously on The Big Tilde himself. As this piffle of a pageglot was created in his honor and to keep his MVP profile high, let’s check in on our hero, shall we?
Last night, the Big Tilde had three hits, scored twice, and plated two others. He raised his slashes to an MVP-worthy start of .315/.395/.528. Considering he sloped down to .234/.265/.340 on April 13th, it’s a helluva comeback by the Wavy One. We never doubted him, but we missed him
This weekend: A trip to Minneapolis in late spring, which never sucks. We send our best to the Twins fans we know and hope they can forgive us on Sunday night after the epic beatdown that cometh.
piffle of a pageglot?
I love you Tuffy.
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What’s the globally accepted hand signal for “Twitter me”?
Damn you Tildeeeeeeeeee *shakes fist*
I believe it’s Fluffy Fingers.