photo by Samara Pearlstein
So that was the last home game of the season.
Everyone got a hit (except for Jhonny and G-Money, which is fine). FredFred threw 8 wicked strong innings. Papa Grande threw a perfect 9th inning. Miggy hit a home run. The Twinkies were sent packing with their heads hanging in sponge-cake-shame. It was in the 50s and the game was quick, just over two hours. All was as it should be.
EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT IT WAS THE LAST HOME GAME OF THE SEASON BECAUSE THE TIGERS WILL ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY 110% NOT BE GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS THIS YEAR
(unless a meteor strike takes out both the Twinkies and the Wrong Sox, which is unlikely but not impossible, I guess… like, we can’t really rule it out entirely, we do not know all the ways of the universe)
A combination of work and the September Michigan Problem kept me from seeing much baseball this weekend, but I still don’t want it to be over. And I really do not want the playoffs to go on with Twinkies and Yankees and other such creatures. I don’t want to have to watch that sort of filth, but I will watch it, because I will be deprived of Tigers baseball soon enough. IT IS A TRAGEDY even though it’s repeated every year.
But this was a nice win, so I suppose we should concentrate on it. Bask in another Miguel Cabrera blast, and the warm glow of a Rick Porcello Win of Awesomeness. The hilarity of a three-run Ramon Santiago home run. A Brandon Inge double for all you haters out there. Being above .500. The faces that Jose Valverde makes when he is on the mound.
In fact, to celebrate, behold the following. It is composed entirely of photos I took during one single Papa Grande outing (this one).
If that is not a celebration of Tigers baseball, I don’t know what is.