photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein
A win is a win. A win is a win. I must repeat that, over and over, before I can even begin to think about this game.
Scott Feldman held the Tigers scoreless for 6 innings. That’s the first point of disgust and horror, right there. This is the very same Scott Feldman who gave up 10 runs in under an inning against the Red Sox in his last start. I get that the Red Sox in Fenway can be, you know, a bit MUCH, but it’s not like the Tigers can’t hit (theoretically). Six innings of tearing my hair out. Props to Feldman, I guess? I’m really more inclined to blame our logic-defying Bats of Absurdity.
Feldman and later Frank Francisco (a clubhouse chess force to be reckoned with, according to CJ Wilson) eventually remembered that they were Rangers pitchers, and pitched accordingly. The Tigers woke up from their jet lag or whatever the heck was going on with them, and started hitting accordingly. Sheff homered, Granderson tripled, many cats stood upon the bases, all seemed well.
THEN CAME KYLE FARNSWORTH. Kyle Farnsworth, who was basically unable to get outs in anything even remotely resembling an efficient fashion.
This is the thing: I like The Farns. I liked him as a Cub (probably because his pitching had no bearing on me as a fan and I could just enjoy his antics), I liked him as a Tiger the first time around, and I liked him just fine in Atlanta, and I disliked him less than most of the other Yankees. But he is making it very, VERY hard to like him right now.
And please tell me that I’m not the only one who noticed that he has a new tattoo? He’s had the (overplayed) barbed wire thing around his bicep for a while, but this is… I’m not sure how to describe it, it’s kind of like he extended the barbed wire down past the inside of his elbow, and has it morph into some weird vaguely tribal-tattoo-esque thing on the inside of his forearm. Which, whatever: I don’t necessarily expect ballplayers to have good taste in tattoos. But I am PRETTY DAMN SURE that he did NOT have this tattoo when he first came over from New York – this photo is from August 2 of this year.
Did he SERIOUSLY get a new tattoo, ON HIS PITCHING ARM, DURING THE REGULAR SEASON?
I really, REALLY hope that it was just the result of Miggy drawing on him with a Sharpie before the game or something. Because otherwise… oboy.
Anyways. We did win! I know it’s not at all clear from the blog post up to this point, but although we did try very hard to not win, in a variety of ways, we pulled it out in the end. Extra special props for this have to go out to Granderson, who hit TWO TRIPLES in the late innings. He only had two hits on the day, in fact, and both were triples. This is because Curtis Granderson is really really fast, and also because Curtis Granderson is a perfect human being and the rest of us can only hope to bask in his glorious presence.
Fernando continued to not be terrible at pitching, so the tentative, quivering hopefulness on that front has not yet been cruelly snuffed out.
On Tuesday Arrrrrrmando goes up against Vicente Padilla at 8:05 pm EDT. Every single other Tigers announcer/writer has already made the ‘ooooooooo bet Texas wishes they still had Galarraga, eh? EH??!!?’ comments/jokes, so I’ll spare you that. But you know they wish they still had him, EH??!!! *wink wink, nudge nudge etc.* Go Tigers!