photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein
Are you really surprised, though?
I should start by saying that I did not actually see any of this game, due to this’n’that. I was, however, hopeful. I had watched the game closely the previous night, and it had rewarded me with only sorrow. Perhaps if I stepped back and looked away from the pot, it would come to a healthy boil, you know? And yes, I realize that this is insane thinking, but you know what I mean.
You’re reading a baseball blog. You know what I mean.
I come home to find out that Edwin Jackson pitched 7.1 innings, precisely what the Tigers needed after last night. He gave up two hits, one of which didn’t even come until the 8th inning. He did this on 89 pitches, right after Justin Verlander had required 80 pitches to stagger through 3.2 innings.
Inge homered! Miggy had a single and a double and two walks!
And all was wasted by the filthy stinking rat-urine excuse for a bullpen, by which I of course mean ‘The Wrong Brandon’ Lyon. He told them he was good to go, but he was just Lyon! You see what I did there? The badness of that pun is equivalent to the badness of this performance.
It isn’t just that he gave up a two-run homer to put the Jays in the lead, and it isn’t just that he gave up a walkoff flyball because he couldn’t keep the stupid bases clean. Annoying as it is, that stuff happens to most relievers sooner or later (pity it had to be ‘sooner’, but anyways). No, this richly-deserved blown save is particularly egregious because it took away from what was by all accounts a wonderful pitching performance on the part of Mr. Jackson.
You pitch 3.2 innings, you deserve to lose that game. You pitch 7.1 innings and only give up two runs and your offense has given you sufficient support? You ought to win that game. I mean, this was just cruel! Who knows when Jackson will have his pitching and the bats align again? If we learned one thing in 2008 it probably should have been that wins cannot be taken for granted. Poor Edwin may not get another shot at a W for, like, a month…. although if he wants to pitch like this every time out, you know, I would be OK with that.
I am trying to give the new cats the benefit of the doubt. It’s only been two games! So Adam Everett hasn’t had much of a bat yet: that’s not what we got him for anyways! So Gerald Laird sometimes looks like a bobblehead: we may come to consider this an endearing trait! But CATDAMMIT LYON, YOU HAVE MADE THIS DIFFICULT. I know it’s early, I know, I know, and it’s one outing, and blah blah. Despite it all I am now bothered by a nagging, persistent doubt.
I don’t think I really need to tell you that I am going to let those hairballs pile up unless the Tigers win some games. And we don’t really want to see that, do we? DO WE, TIGERS?