image by Samara Pearlstein
This game would have been better if there had been a brawl. At least a brawl would have been entertaining. There is really nothing entertaining about watching Rick Porcello and half the bullpen melt down against the Yankees.
The Yankees scored 9 runs in the sixth inning. There is only one thing that can explain this, only one creature whose presence could have made such an epic disaster of baseball fail possible. You know.
My one real hope is that he gorged himself in this game. Nine runs in one inning… four Tigers pitchers in one inning… surely that was enough to fill his orange saurian belly. So maybe– just maybe– he will leave the Tigers alone for a bit now. That seems fair, right?
I will once again be missing the Friday and weekend games, so there won’t be any new posts until Monday. Will the Tigers be able to beat up on the Racist Logos, something that SHOULD be well within their meager abilities? Or will they be so demoralized, so off-tempo, so… so gnawed-upon… that they will fall before the admitted horror of an imported bit of Cleveland? You will have to watch and let me know.