photo by Samara Pearlstein
I was looking for a photo to use in this post, since it is nearly 1 am and my hands are not forming coherent lines right now. So I was looking for Tigers who had done well, but I was mad at them on account of the loss. I started looking at Mariners who did well, which I don’t like to do but at this point I like being lazy about the post even more.
Milton Bradley had a good night but the most recent photos I had of him were in a Rangers uni, which…. eh. I don’t have anything of Doug Fister. Then I looked at Franklin Gutierrez, who was 2-for-3 with a walk, 3 runs scored, and a home run off of Verlander. Pretty disgusting, obviously, but also post-header-image-worthy.
I searched my Flickr photostream and what do I find but THIS PHOTO RIGHT HERE, with Gutierrez hugging– HUGGING!– Miguel Cabrera before a game. As if they’re old chums! As if a year and a month into the future, Gutierrez would not be beating all over the Tigers like a thing that dispenses beating. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, MIGUEL. This really steams my goat-steak. Normally I am all in favor of fraternization and showing the love, but right now I am going to be irrational and rail against this. At least mumble semi-coherently about it.
JUSTIN. What happened? You were pitching so well, so semi-efficient, and then… and then?
Long story short: Justin was good, until he was over 100 pitches and then he wasn’t. A ton of cats were left on base. Milton Bradley happened, and so did Franklin Gutierrez. It is frustrating, and most of us had to stay up until argh’o’clock at night to watch it. I won’t say that I resent that or anything (*cough*) and I won’t blame anyone (*coughcoughJustincough*). I’m just, you know. Saying.