So far as I can tell, every win now, when everyone has given up on the season, is just icing on the cake. Granted, the cake is a bit lopsided and has got raisins imbedded in it at unexpected places (and I hate raisins), but it’s got frosting on it, dammit! And that frosting is made up of fun wins at the end of a(nother) utterly futile season! Hooray!
No, really, look at the good bits, OK? Jason Grilli? Wasn’t that pretty neat? His first game in Detroit, wearing his dad’s number, and he pitches really well and gets the win! FSN had a camera on his dad all night, which was hilarious, because his dad would flip out whenever Jason got into trouble, and would leap up ecstatically whenever he induced a double play or something. It was cute.
Chris Shelton has gone right back to being an unholy terror at the plate. He had those few little slumps, but none of them lasted very long, and he didn’t seem unduly rattled by any of them. He hasn’t even been up the entire season and he’s already got 17 home runs. I’m hoping this kid’s the real deal, and I know I’m excited to watch him again next year.
Plonkers has been whacking the heck out of the ball, and if he hadn’t switched leagues he’d be winning the batting title this year. So choke on that, A-Rod… you may be the fancier player, but we all know it’s really our very own swollen-skulled second baseman who’s the best.
As the frustration mounts for the rest of the team, more and more crud is coming out about how utterly unhelpful Pudge is when it comes to team chemistry. Well, I can’t say it’s not disappointing. But I still say that you’d be hard pressed to find a replacement catcher who can put up similar numbers. And has anyone else noticed that he seems to be actually trying to take a walk here and there these days? I wonder what had to happen to bring that impossibility about.
I don’t know about you cats, but I’m still kind of giddy over that catch Craig made over the wall the other night. That ball wasn’t just going to go out, it was already out when he snagged it. It may be hard to get really excited about Tigers baseball these days, but damn if that play didn’t get the ol’ blood flowin’.
Oh, and for the record, I want Brandon Inge at third base next year. The whole year. In a starting capacity. I like our infield now, with the obvious weak point being located at Carlos Guillen’s knee. If that can’t stay in one painless piece, we need a real shortstop. But a 3-4-5 of Big Red-Plonkers-Inge is one I like.