That may have been the last Tigers start that we will ever see from Jeremy Bonderman.
Nine earned runs, 6 hits, 4 walks, one K. Sixty-seven pitches in 4.1 innings pitched. And the loss, of course, setting his record for the season at 8-10.
Remember, this is the kid who was thrown into the boiling pot of horror that was the 2003 season with only 27 games at the high-A level under his belt. He had never played college ball. He hadn’t played a full four seasons of high school baseball. He wasn’t supposed to even be up in double-A yet. But the situation was so dire that the Tigers called him up to start in the big leagues.
He survived that, Paws knows how, for he was not yet old enough to legally drown his sorrows in alcohol. He hung around until injuries turned him into a zombie. Even then he kept pitching through the pain until it was too much to be ignored. He was infested with a parasite that made it impossible for him to pitch a quality first inning, and he faced that parasite squarely in its parasitical face. It took for-freaking-ever, but he got the better of it in the end.
The 2010 season was his 8th, all of them with Detroit. He is one of a very few current Tigers who have seen the team at its modern worst (’03) and its modern-era best (’06). We have, quite literally, seen him grow up on our team.
Think about that.
Now reflect upon the fact that this 4.1 inning derp of a start may have been his last in a Tigers uniform.
Heck, he was talking about retirement for a little bit. There is a (small) chance that this was the last start we will see from Jeremy Bonderman, EVER.
Sadface… forever. :(
(Kind of makes the loss in the second game– where FredFred at least looked messily tolerable and the offense was just weaksauce– seem insignificant.)
(Of course it’s all insignificant at this point, really, but, you know… even more so. In comparison.)