Hey, aren’t we about due for one of those articles that emphasizes internal strife and lays blame like one of those spitting sprinklers?
Feel free to jump in anywhere to hear about how Miguel Cabrera is a huge fatass and Dontrelle Willis is damaged goods and Gary Sheffield is dead weight and The Big Tilde himself isn’t super clutch because he made a bunch of outs in one game. (By the way: .307/.373/.482, which is an awful lot like what he did in 2006.)
Jim Leyland will talk to Dave Dombrowski and there will be players-only team meetings and socks will rise and fall and someone will eat a live rat and then there will be a four-game winning streak and it’ll be live rats all ’round.
Or we can all take a deep breath and listen to Fatass:
“It’s about winning games. … When you win games, everything’s good. Right now, everything looks bad because we’re losing.”
Deep breaths. No panic. No rending of clothes. It’ll take some effort, but it’s not exactly impossible to slip back into the AL Central race. There will be winning and there will be winning soon. Don’t make me break this out again: