illustration by Samara Pearlstein
Post-2006, it’s especially good to beat the Cardinals. Any time Justin Verlander takes the mound, it is especially good to win (to do otherwise is, of course, downright wasteful). Multiple Tigers had multiple hits in this game. Runs were scored. Justin did that thing where he toodles along for a while, then gets super mad after he puts some dudes on base and reacts by throwing pitches at 10,000 miles per hour, all breaking the sound barrier and causing Rafael Furcal to wet himself and so on. All to the good.
But in the 8th, warming up in the bullpen, Papa Grande threw a pitch that his wrist did not like. He tried to keep throwing and was unable to do so. He immediately had an X-ray and was going to get an MRI. Nobody is crying ULTIMATE DOOM just yet– the current ‘official’ injury is simply the aspecific ‘sore wrist’– but obviously this is worrying and bad and disturbing and concerning and
YOU GUYS, YOU KNOW WHO ELSE HURT HIS ARM JUST THROWING IN THE BULLPEN? Yeah. Yeah, you do know. And you tremble in your computer chair at that unwelcome memory.
Join me in desperately hoping that this is a whole lot of nothing. For your sanity, and mine.