OOOHH!! Look, a 4-0 lead!
Ok, 4-2 is still good.
5-2! Yay!
5-4, well it’s still a lead…
8-4 HUZZAH!!!
/enter Zach Miner
/drink
/drink more
8-9 now, eh?
/enter Todd Jones
/passes out from alcohol poisoning
/stares vacantly at laptop screen
Hey, nice job there rookie…
Oh, Julio Lugo! You give us all hope!
YAY CURTIS!
YAY BIG HEAD TODD!!!
/passes out from exhaustion
Games that involve 18 (EIGHTEEN!) Tiger hits should not be so dramatic. Leaving in the Little Cat a little too long was questionable, bringing in Miner was terrifying, watching the Caped Cruceta get torched some was no better….and then, The Todd Jones Experience gives us a double…suffice to say, I need a new liver.
Placido continued his march back to .300 after a rough start with a 5 hit, 3 RBI, 2 Run performance. The Large Skulled One is now hitting .270. The Big Tilde chipped in with a 3/5, 1 RBI, 1 Run night and is now hitting .305. The Tigers snap a 5 game losing skid, after getting to withing one game of .500, and are now sitting at 15-20 (yet still only 3 games out of first).
Verlander tries again to get his ship righted tonight against Josh Beckett. Get ya popcorn ready…
that about sums it up.
Y’know, it was Cruceta, not Miner, who let Mike Lowell turn into Dave Kingman for a day.
wtf wordpress? my comment was:
Elation.
Depression.
Suicide.
Resurrection.
That about sums it up.
Yeah… my head hurts today from all the hair pulling I did last night.
And the Crown Royal, I suppose.
Game 36: Miggy’s Socks are DOWN. Somebody call for help!