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tell me of your baseball website readings

photo by Samara Pearlstein

Is anything happening? Nope. So let’s do the worst possible thing we can do on a blog, and that’s talk about blogs.

I just started using Google Reader (I know, I know), and I’m trying to add to my baseball blog reading list. I may regret this once the season starts and everyone starts posting more than once in a Russian Blue moon, but right now it seems like a good idea. There are three types of baseball blogs I’m looking for.

Good Tigers blogs. I really only notice a new blog if it hurls itself into my face while screaming and waving sparklers, so it is possible that something new and awesome has appeared in the Detroitosphere and I haven’t twigged to it yet.

Non-Tigers baseball blogs that aren’t incredibly, soul-destroyingly boring. I will read stuff about any team, really, if it’s consistently funny/well-written/interesting. Especially funny. But I cannot muster up the energy to slog through paragraphs of regurgitated newspaper columns or blocks of lightly explained stats or bad writing for Random Non-Tigers Team X.

Baseball art or cartoon blogs. I have found a few. I would like to find more.

The Tigers blogs that I already know are the ones listed on the right as Blogging Cats, because unlike certain other sites I still have a clearly visible blogroll. So aside from those… throw me some links. What baseball blogs do you read? Where’s the good stuff? Share your internets with me.

DIBS awards 2010

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In previous years the DIBS (Detroit Independent Baseball Scribes) awards were things like Pitcher of the Year and Breakout Player of the Year and Overall Player of the Year, and it was always incredibly obvious who was going to win (Justin Verlander, whichever rookie had had the best season, and Miguel Cabrera respectively). This year I guess Kurt got bored, so he sent out an email asking everyone for suggestions for new categories.

Naturally I fired off a response full of stupidity, rambling, and categories like Most Creative Injury of the Year and The Kyle Farnsworth Brawl Enforcer Award. It is my way. I assumed that everyone else would pipe up with legitimate award categories and maybe I would sneak in one Best Pitching Face award or something and all would be well.

THEN FREAKING NOBODY ELSE RESPONDED and the Bless You Boys AXIS OF EVIL decided to go with a bunch of RotT-style awards as though that was normal and appropriate. It just goes to show that you cannot trust that massive blog-nopoly. I’ve got my eye on you cats from now on.

Best On-Field Celebration

Jose PAPA GRANDE Valverde

Best Hair, Facial or Otherwise

Phil DRINK ME Coke

Best Pitching Face


Best Use of Social Media


Biggest Surprise

Brennan FIRST HALF Boesch

Best Value


Most Valuable

Miguel MVP OF OUR HEARTS Cabrera

So there you have it. You can probably guess which categories were RotT-generated.

The DIBS bloggers responsible for this ridiculousness are:

Bless You Boys AXIS OF EVIL: Kurt Mensching, Allison Hagen, Matt Wallace, David Tokarz and Al Beaton
the Daily Fungo: Mike McClary
DesigNate Robertson: Scott Rogowski
Detroit Tigers Scorecard: Austin Drake
Detroit Tigers Weblog/TigsTown: Billfer
MLive: James Schmehl and Matt Sussman
MLive/SB Nation Detroit: Ian Casselberry, aka THE FATHER OF THE AXIS OF EVIL
Motor City Bengals: John Parent, Matt Snyder, Zac Snyder, and Chris Hannum
Old English D: Jennifer Cosey
TigerBlog: Brian Borawski
Tigers Amateur Analysis: Erin Saelzler
Tigers by the Numbers: Mike Rogers who apparently ALSO writes for BYB, I tell you, it’s getting FRIGHTENING, they are MULTIPLYING like lemmings or zebra mussels
Tiger Tales: Lee Panas
Where Have You Gone, Johnny Grubb?: Greg Eno

And me, of course. So there you have it. Again.

pug marks, Feb. 23

photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein

It’s been ages since we last had a pug marks post, hasn’t it? Let’s see if we can manage to pug mark things that aren’t Traitor Damon.

pug mark 1
Carlos Guillen is just fine with a DH role. Which is good, ’cause, uh, it’s what he’s going to be playing. Logic, the composition of the lineup as it stands right now, and Guillen’s baseball-elderly body would all seem to make this an easy decision. It’s only an issue because of an interview Guillen did back in October, where he said things like this:

“I’m not trying to make big trouble,” Guillen said. “I know we’re coming off a tough year. I just want to make everything clear and prepare myself for the next year, because I don’t know what [the Tigers are] going to do.”

“I’m happy with the organization,” Guillen said. “We have great players, great fans. But I think the best way I can help my team is on the field.”
Jason Beck,

Now he’s saying things like this:

“I’m very happy,” Guillen said. “We had a good conversation this morning.”

“I made a mistake,” Leyland said.

That made a point with Guillen.

“I’m happy he understands,” Guillen said.
Jason Beck,

It’s not surprising that Guillen wants to play every day, and it’s not really surprising that he had some trouble imagining himself happy in a reduced role. He is after all a professional baseball player, which means that in his little baseball player heart he believes he is 22 years old and made of adamantium. So it took some time and some pointed front office communication to get this through, but it sounds like everyone got there in the end, and that’s the main thing.

pug mark 2
Our very own Lee of Tiger Tales has done a book! A WHOLE BOOK, YO. It’s called Beyond Batting Average and it has numbers and words and things in it.

It ALSO has drawings in it! Because Lee was concerned that numbers and words might be kind of boring for some people, he wanted inky doodles to break up the tedium, so he asked me if I would terribly mind making some appropriately inky contribution. Of course I agreed, for great baseball justice and moderate lulz. Here’s a preview to whet your appetite:

Lee also did a wee interview about the book with BYB, which can be found right over here.

pug mark 3
The G-Money situation is resolved. For now. He’s pleading no contest to the charges, and in exchange will have to attend anger management classes, which is probably a good thing anyways. Maybe we should have all the Tigers attend with him. You know, to be proactive.

pug mark 4
Relatedly, sort of, Dane Sardinha has been arrested for driving drunk. He’s with the Phillies now, but he was ours just recently, and in light of the Cabrera and G-Money incidents it seemed worth a mention.

I don’t know what, if anything, MLB is doing to address the drinking culture of the players, but it’s starting to look more and more like they need to do SOMETHING. Also, people who drive drunk are the scum of the earth, so if all Tigers can please remember that they make more than enough money to pay for a cab from now on, that would be swell.

pug mark 5
Bobby Seay has been shut down for a few days. He’s got bursitis and tendonitis (read: swollen bits) in his throwing shoulder. The team doesn’t seem to think it’s a huge deal, but they’re taking the Better Safe Than Sorry and Without Bobby Seay When You Need/Want Him approach.

pug mark 6
Some interesting spring visuals, via Roger DeWitt/hueytaxi:

–When did Ramon Santiago get so jacked?
–The Bondo tattoo situation is even worse than we initially thought. The tribal bicep route, Bondo? Really?
–Behold the new svelte Zoom.
Max St. Pierre lives!
–If Phil Coke keeps this look during the season, he’s going to make himself much easier to cartoon. Do it, Phil, do it!
–Magglio’s hair report: still tragically short.
–Ryan Perry really needs to kill the chin strap thing he’s got going on right now.
–One of the first photos of Max Scherzer I’ve seen. Gorgeous, fierce, flawless, etc.

pug mark 7
Oh, fine, one Traitor Damon pug mark. Please take a look at Mr. Dombrowski’s shirt at the ‘Hey we signed this dude for real’ press conference. STRIPED PERFECTION. That shirt is everything my cartoony mind has ever dreamed of for our GM.

welcome to the new home of RotT

illustration by Samara Pearlstein

Have a click to see the Floating Head Raft of Tigers bigger!

Well, hello again! Hopefully you’ll find this new blog home just as good as the old home, if not better. I’ve done my best to get all the archives back in place, and I’m in the process of going back through them and making sure that the formatting is fixed and old links are redirected and all that jazz.

The categories should all still be working, so if you want to look at all the posts about Chad Durbin being a pimp or posts in which Rod Allen says something ridiculous/awesome or whatever, you can do that.

As you can see at the top of the blog, I have a “Nicknames and Terms to Know” section here… can you cats think of any RotT nicknames or weird terms that newcomers may not know right off the bat? I’ve been trying to plug them in as I think of them/come across them while going through the archives, but I’m sure I’m going to miss some.

Other Tiger Blog News:

–Matt of Take 75 North is obviously moving as well. I believe he’s heading over to the Bloguin network, where the Wayne Fontes Experience currently lives. I think his new address will be, but it’s not active yet.

–Ian of Bless You Boys will be stepping down as the head blogger, although I believe he’ll be remaining involved in a reduced capacity. Much wailing and rending of hair and whatnot. Taking over the reins there will be Kurt of Mack Avenue Tigers, so at least the site will remain in the hands of someone we know.

11-1 losses make Tigers bloggers :(

photo by Samara Pearlstein

That’s really all I have to say about this game. I watched the last half of it in a bar with Ian from Bless You Boys (aka blog enemy #1 [blenemy?]) and we made a variety of sad faces, as you can see. Distortion courtesy of my wide angle lens, frowns courtesy of the Minnesota Twins.

“This may be the most water-torture 10 runs I’ve ever seen,” Ian said, back when it was only 10 runs. And so it seemed. With a final score of 11-1 the game should have felt like a horrific blowout, but for most of the game it really didn’t. It was more like, ‘dum de dum, truckin’ along, a hit here, a hit there, a walk or two, holy freaking cats how did they get 10 runs?!’

We ended up playing a lot of the ‘You Know Who Would Have…?’ game, once it became clear that nothing good was going to come from watching the team on the field. I’m sure you’re familiar with it. “You know who would have caught that high pitch? Pudge would have.” “You know who would have made that play at first? Carlos Pena.” “You know that if it had been Granderson running there he would’ve been safe.”

(One thing we did NOT find ourselves saying was, “You know who would have gotten that guy out? Jason Grilli,” so I guess you can call that a good sign.)

Livan Hernandez’s 60mph pitches both terrified and amazed me. I can only assume that the Tigers batters had a similar reaction.

Anyways, I didn’t see the first half of this game because I was watching Michigan beat Ohio State 4-1 on a night that turned out to be warm and beautiful, so although the Tigers made me :( , there was other baseball last night that made me most emphatically :D .

Now, I’ve only barely started to process the photos from this game (and am going to get wicked backed up, ’cause there are, weather permitting, two more games today, another on Sunday, and then I have two Tigers/Red Sox games to try to get to), but just so you can see how really awesome the evening was:

Take notes, Tigers.

a tale of two 35s

photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein

Well, I’m back from Spring Break. Apparently the University of Michigan follows the MLB Code of Spring, that being: if you’re super optimistic, it can totally be in February! The only difference is that MLB kicks off spring in Florida and Arizona, where it IS kind of spring-ish, but U of M kicks off spring with four inches of snow on the ground and a layer of ice underneath that. Also, I have the Scratchy Throat Cold of Doom, which I feel fairly certain I would NOT have if I was in Lakeland right now. WHATEVER, MICHIGAN.

I’m going to throw myself into a deep blue funk if I continue in that vein, so hey, Spring Training? Dontrelle Willis!

What does Dontrelle think about being on the Tigers?

[Dontrelle] I must say i miss 35 but number 21 looks good on me so i’m not even mad about that.

[commenter th0mas] verlander wouldn’t give you 35?

[Dontrelle] i didnt even ask for it from him to be honest

Dontrelle Willis blog post

Folks, that is CLASS.

Whatever Dontrelle did in Florida, Verlander is The Man (established) in Detroit, and Dontrelle understands that. To ask after his number would put Verlander in a position where he either has to give up his number (a number he, the incumbent, pitched a no-hitter in), or be the jerk who refuses to give his number a “senior” player. It’s not like someone pulled Dontrelle aside and told him this; he just GETS it. Dontrelle Willis clearly has an intuitive understanding of human psychology and behavior, and uses his knowledge in the service of Good. I, for one, feel better knowing this.

Aside from the odious Clemens-esque associations with 21, I’m sure it’ll look just fine on Dontrelle. Assuming, of course, that his pitching looks just fine. He could be wearing 98.65 on his uniform and if he had an ERA under 3 we’d be declaring it the prettiest uni number out there. Beauty is relative and all that.

For more Dontrelle-love, check out this article about the enduring friendship between Dontrelle and CC Sabathia. It’s nothing earth-shattering, but the article does contain this lovely bit:

Both have a unique touch to their games. Sabathia’s big frame and bigger uniform are almost impossible to mistake for another player when he takes the mound, just as Willis’ high leg kick in his delivery is a signature.

Yes. The fact that CC Sabathia is the size of like 3 Justin Verlanders is directly comparable to Dontrelle Willis’ signature wacky leg kick. I just. Eesh. There are parallels that actually exist between these guys; why try to invent random, inaccurate ones on top of that?

Well. I know you were all hoping to escape this, but alas, no, because it’s not a RotT post without discussion of Brandon Inge, we must make note of the fact that he’s actually catching now, 100% of fact. Brandon Inge: back in catcher’s gear. And as we all could have expected, he hates it.

Catching right there absolutely reinforces that third-base is my all-time love,” Inge said.

“That feeling that I got today was much more of a downer feeling. Don’t get me wrong: The actual catching part of the game [was] fun. It was awesome. But what fires me up is the offensive part. It’s very frustrating to me.

“It’s a fine line. I’m not saying that I’m frustrated about them making me catch. It’s frustrating because the way I feel offensively, and then how I feel catching offensively. It’s two completely different things. My mind’s not in it. Mentally, if you’re not into hitting, you’re not going to hit. Especially with the game plan I have now offensively, it’s tough.” article

He hates it so hard.

Brandon Inge can catch. We know this! Physically, he has the ability to play this position. And look (with what’s coming here, I feel like I need to keep reiterating this): I love Brandon Inge. You guys know me as The Crazy Blogger Who Won’t Stop Talking About Brandon Inge Ever. Roar of the Tigers is like Brandon Inge Central! Also Random Capitalization Central! But the problem here with Brandon Inge and catching is simple, and I hate to admit it, but he admits it himself.

His mind is too tiny to handle catching and hitting at the same time.

He said it first! He freely admits that the mental stress of catching and hitting all in the same game is too much for him to handle. It’s not that he can’t catch, or that he can’t hit (last season notwithstanding): his brain just can’t contain the two concepts at once.

Of course this is part of why good catchers are so rare and so desirable. It’s not enough to have simple physical ability; a good catcher also has to be smart and mentally quick and mentally nimble and all sorts of things that Brandon Inge, MUCH AS WE ADORE HIM, apparently isn’t.

It pains me to type this, seriously. Ouch.

Ouch. Bleh. Moving on. You remember that podcast I mentioned doing however many posts back? With the Daily Fungo dude and the Bless You Boys dude? Well, it’s made its way onto the internet. Apologies, internet.

You can find it right here. It starts off with just Mike and Ian, because I was in class, but about halfway through I show up and make an idiot of myself in a variety of ways. Lessons learned: I can’t remember individual games or dates, ever; Ian needs to not talk about music with me, EVER; I sound like a walrus on internet audio. Can you even do that? A colon followed by a bunch of semicolons? Eh, I just did it. SUCH REBELLIOUSNESS HAS NOT BEEN SEEN SINCE THE HEADY DAYS OF NEIFI!!!

It’s not all that exciting (we didn’t record the best bits, because we’re PROFESSIONAL IN MANY WAYS, obvs), but if you’ve ever had a deep, burning desire to hear me talk about blogging, well, this is your lucky friggin’ day.

Tigers bloggers love Tigers: DIBS Awards results are in!

photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein

Patiently you have waited, and now your patience has been rewarded. DIBS has spoken.

In case, in your patience, you have forgotten what DIBS is (other than what you call on a particularly good seat or delicious-looking piece of food), I’ll refresh you. The Detroit Independent Baseball Scribes are a group of Tigers bloggers, cobbled together in 2005 by Billfer and Ryan and Brian, for the primary purpose of rejoicing together in the special joys that come with Tigers blogging. Front row seats to the reemergence of Jim Leyland in MLB? Yes. Prime tickets to the viewing of Kyle Farnsworth going all pro wrestling on the Kansas City Royals? Yes. Backstage pass to the growth and on-scene explosion of Justin Verlander and Joel Zumaya? Heavens yes.

Close enough to get our grubby little paws on Brandon Inge? We’re working on it.

The DIBS Awards are a special time in this sea of specialness where all the DIBS writers look deep inside their hearts, their souls, and their stat books to choose winners in three categories: Player of the Year, Pitcher of the Year, and Breakout Player of the Year. These are roughly analogous to the MVP, Cy Young, and Rookie of the Year awards, with obvious exceptions (only Tigers are considered, stats are not the hard and final line when it comes to decision-making, the Breakout Player doesn’t have to be a rookie, DIBS is not MLB, etc).

Know your DIBS! The voting members of DIBS are, in alphabetical blog order so as to be fair to everyone:

Bless You Boys (Ian is a SportsBlog Network pawn, burn him at the stake!)
the Daily Fungo (mmmm, fungo)
the Detroit Tigers Weblog (Billfer just posted the entire press release of this, WEAK)
the Fanhouse (AOL, you are ruining the Dugout :( )
From the Copa (wow, someone whose offseason updating habits make ME look good! hee hee)
Grandy Report (Deaner’s not obsessed at all, no sir, not a bit of it…)
Leelanau Sports Guy (covering everything in Michigan ever)
Mack Avenue Tigers (Kurt has a cold. Feel better soon, Kurt! Drink orange juice!)
Motown Sports Revival (more words than you can shake a stick at, even if that stick is Andrew Miller)
Take 75 North (MVN 4 EVAH. You just can’t beat the MVN Tigers bloggin’ conglomerate, kids and kittens. 100% of FACT.)
TigerBlog (I want that color scheme. Why can’t I have that color scheme? Eh, MVN, eh?)
Tiger Tales (Lee’s numbers, let him show you them.)
the Wayne Fontes Experience (Big Al. Do you need to know more? No.)
Where Have You Gone, Johnny Grubb? (the baseball cog in the Greg Eno internet empire)

And Roar of the Tigers, of course. Now that you know your DIBS, let us sally forth unto the Awards! (As I mentioned above, there IS an actual press release for these puppies, which you can see at DTW and other sites. I consider posting the press release to be cheating you lovely readers out of… well, out of whatever it is that makes you stop by here to read what I’ve written. So if you want the official word, which has all sorts of fun facts and so on, make sure to check out someone else’s post too.)

Pitcher of the Year

Like you have to ask. Of course it is Justin Verlander, boy wonder. DIBS had no trouble at all deciding on this one– it was the only vote that was decided unanimously. With his 1.23 WHIP and his drool-worthy Youth (hence Potential) and his ability to pitch in the first inning (unlike SOME Tigers starters) and his ability to resist the siren call of Guitar Hero (unlike SOME Tigers relievers), oh, and THE NO-HITTER THAT HE THREW, Verlander was obviously the Pitcher of the Year. You wanna fight about it?

Coming in second place was Rollercoaster Jones, and coming in third was Bobby Seay. I want to see Bondo on this list next year, and it’s a sad statement that he wasn’t. Get your freakin’ kitty litter in order, Bondo!

Breakout Player of the Year

This one went to Curtis Granderson. It makes a lot of sense: he had his personal best year, by far, coupled with the fact that even in the context of the rest of the league his season was good enough to throw him into the MVP discussion. That’s a Breakout, for sure. Shock and awe for everyone in the league except for Tigers and Tigers fans who, as I have said often enough, already recognized and embraced the incarnated awesome that is Curtis Granderson.

Second place went to Ryan Raburn (who was my first place vote, on the basis that his short-service prowess was even MORE unexpected), and third went to Jair Jurrjens (may the NL treat him kindly).

Player of the Year

Dun dun dunnnhhh!! Magglio Ordonez! Zero surprise here too. We’re nothing if not predictable.

Magglio was the batting champ and the MVP runner-up. He did things with his bat that made everyone else look like small weeny men playing T-ball. He pulled off hair that 99.8% of the league would not have a prayer of ever pulling off. It is impossible to argue this, unless you’re a spacker like me who voted Granderson #1 here and put Maggs at #2.

Granderson did come in second, with 2 first place votes, so I wasn’t alone. Rounding us out in third was Placido Polanco, who got relegated to the bottom of the pile after the kind of year that, most other places, would have him gilded and stuck up in the place of honor on the mantle with gaudy spotlights on him 24-7. I know I keep harping on it, but MAN did we in some ways have a loaded team this year.

Just goes to show, kids, stockpile your pitchers, because without them you are nothing.

Detroit News writer vs. Tigers bloggers: fight for the ages!

photo by Samara Pearlstein

There are lots of people out there who hate bloggers. There have been lots and lots and lots of articles written in recent years about the Scourge of the Blogger, and how bloggers are ruining writing/reporting, and various other things along those lines. Normally I wouldn’t bat an eye at such an article, and I certainly wouldn’t respond to it, because it’s so utterly not worth anyone’s time. This, however, is different. I’m sure some of you have heard about it by now because a lot of Tigers/Detroit-area bloggers have already written about it.

You see, Chris McCosky is a writer for the Detroit News. He wrote an article about “why bloggers just aren’t journalists”. In some ways it’s no different from any other article written by some behind-the-times old fogey who just doesn’t get this Publishing for the People wave from the evil, immoral ELECTRONIC FUTURE, and thus would seem to invite no further comment, but he specifically talks about Detroit bloggers here, and, even more specifically, Detroit Tigers bloggers.

That’s me. That’s some of my friends (see that little list on the right, under BLOGROLL?). Chris, kiddo, you don’t call out Roar of the Tigers and expect to not get it thrown right back at you. Anyways, like I said, everyone has already responded to it, but I just have to get in on this. It’s TOO rich.

My bosses want me to focus on what I do best, which, apparently, is griping, grumping and grousing. They have asked me to produce a weekly collection of things that have been ticking me off.

No problem. Buckle up.

Right off the bat I see a problem here. The article is going to be about why bloggers aren’t Real Journalists. We know that from the title. But what our dear friend Chris here is describing– someone who is best at “griping, grumping and grousing”– is someone who would be best suited to the blogging format. Not a Real Journalist.

Oh, Christopher. We most hate and fear that which most reminds us of ourselves, eh?

The line is getting way too blurry now between Internet noise and actual journalism. It’s actually getting to the point now where some (too many) of the bloggers are using cyberspace to discredit the legitimate media.

OH GAWD NO, journalists are now ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR INFORMATION AND WRITING!! If they do a hack job, PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET will call them out for it! Curses be upon this hideous age of checks and balances and Wikipedias and freedom of information in which we dwell!

Journalism employs trained professionals. We actually have to go to school for this stuff. We take our jobs seriously. There are rules and standards that we are beholden to. There are ethics involved.

I think something like half the bloggers I read either have or are currently in school for a Journalism/English major. At least 4 of them off the top of my head. Anyways, this is complete bollocks. There are some jobs that require a degree in that field… jobs like medical doctor, or particle physicist. Most other jobs can have any person do them so long as they have the requisite skills, regardless of the degree they hold.

I’m a fine arts and biology student. I’ve never hidden that fact. Even though most of my scholarly learnings are concerned with things like painting and drawing beetles and phylogenetic trees, I too can use words to form sentences on the subject of baseball. My lack of a Journalism major is a handicap I must fight courageously against every day, but I soldier on.

I also blog precisely BECAUSE it allows me the freedom to not take this stuff too seriously. I don’t WANT to be exactly like a newspaper journalist, because you can get those things (gasp gasp!) in the newspaper!

We actually talk to, in person, the people we write about. If we rip somebody in an article, you best be sure most of us will confront that person the next day and take whatever medicine we need to take.

It will only become evident if you read the entire article, but our BFF Chris did not talk to a single blogger for this article. Not a one.

I’m pretty sure a couple bloggers have also already emailed him about this article, and as of right now (9 pm Sunday night) I am not aware that he has responded. I know Kurt emailed him and promised to update his post when he got a reply back. Ho hum. So much for confronting the people and taking the meds. I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now, since it’s the weekend, but we shall see.

With blogging and Web sites, it seems the hard work, standards, accountability, courage all of that is bypassed. Who needs to study this stuff, or attend games, or conduct interviews when you can just sit in your basement and clack out whatever comes through your head, right? If I rip somebody, or if I get something wrong, who cares? Nobody will see me.

Courage? COURAGE????

Look, I know “LOL” is a hideous overused internet acronym, but I literally LOLed when I read that bit for the first time. COURAGE?? (“LOL” means “Laugh Out Loud”, in case Chris McClod-sky is reading this. I know such a “new and hip internet vernacular term” might be too opaque for him to figure out on his own.)

I want a tshirt now that says something like “I BLOG ABOUT JIM LEYLAND WITH COURAGE.”

A lot of times these bloggers use the work of legitimate reporters. They will lift facts and segments of stories and cut and paste them onto their blog. Rarely, if ever, though, do they bother to credit the source.

They will write something like, “I am hearing the Pistons are going to start Antonio McDyess this year.” Well, wonder where you “heard” that. It was reported in the darn newspaper. Yet, the same blogger will go out of their way to ridicule the source they stole from.

Oh, Chris-ums. Did I not mention your name? Did I not link your ridiculously bad article? Did I not mention the Detroit News several times? Am I not liberally blockquoting you, thus setting your glorious prose apart from my own clumsy amateurish blog-tainted words? Do I not do this every time I quote a newspaper or magazine or other website?

I do these things. Other bloggers do these things. What are you talking about? Have you ever read a Tigers blog in your life? I again implore you to check out some of those links to the right under BLOGROLL. Those are some Tigers and Detroit blogs. They are there for you to read them.

Bloggers are having a field day speculating on how Joel Zumaya really injured his shoulder. Nobody believes a heavy box fell on him. So the Internet is rife with stories about how he fell off his dirt bike.

This was my second real-life LOL.

I’ll be totally honest: I had not heard the dirt bike rumor until I read Sir Christopher’s article. I know I certainly didn’t post about it. In fact I went out of my way to specifically reenact what had happened to Zoom via gloriously realistic illustration, and there is not a single spoke of dirt bike in there. I read a bunch of Tigers blogs. I didn’t see anything on any dirt bikes.

Out of all the things I read on the internet, some of which are written by dodgy internet troll-people aka bloggers, the only thing I read even mentioning this bogus story was the Detroit News. So Courageous Chris is officially the sketchiest writer of the lot.

I also wonder where in the world he got this idea that blogs were all over pushing some random dirt bike story. Like I said, he wouldn’t have got the idea here. He wouldn’t have got it from Billfer or from Ian or from Kurt or from Lee or my main man Matt or from any of the major Tigers blogs. I haven’t been keeping up on them lately but I don’t even think Deadspin reported anything about dirt bikes.

So where did this come from? I am honestly confused. At first I thought that maybe Chrisasaurus was just too internet-unsavvy to understand the difference between a blog and a message board (which would be like not knowing the difference between a newspaper editorial and the bulletin board at your office where people always tack up Dilbert cartoons and fart jokes. As a side note, in this world where blogs are reader-write-in editorials and message boards are that bulletin board, RotT is a really long rant written on the inside of the toilet stall door in Sharpie that gets added to every so often by that one incredibly crazy person in the office).

I checked Motown Sports which is, let’s admit it, the only Tigers message board worth looking at, and sure enough I found this thread talking about it. Two seconds of reading made it clear that the dirt bike rumor originated from the COMMENTS SECTION of something posted at

If Chris the Journalism Major doesn’t know the difference between the comments section of an ESPN article and Tigers bloggers, he might need to go back to college and take a couple courses in Basic Internet Use or something.

That’s the difference between journalism and blogging. It might be fun to read about Zumaya falling off a bike, but, until proven, it’s fiction.

That’s the difference between blogging and you, Chrisnutter. It might be fun to read about how all the Tigers bloggers pushed some crazy Zoom dirt bike story, but, until you can prove that they did, it’s fiction.


All I am saying is this: You don’t have to believe everything you read in the paper. You shouldn’t, actually. But you do have to know most reporters at legitimate news sources work hard to deliver fair, accurate and pertinent information.

And what they do is vastly different than what the clever dude in his pajamas is doing on his computer, down in his basement.

A few points here:

1. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I can pretty much guarantee you that it took more work to draw up all those diagrams of the acromioclavicular joint and to write a post about acromioclavicular joint surgery than it took for Mr. Chris to write that bit of factless drivel. Just, y’know, saying.

2. I’m flattered that he thinks I’m clever. But I am insulted on every other level. I am in fact fully dressed at the moment, although I must admit that I HAVE blogged while in my PJs before. I know, I know. So unprofesh! And for shame, Chrisikins, for shame: I live in an apartment. I don’t even HAVE a basement for blog-related lurking!

3. At the end of all that, his assumption (or lazy language indicating an assumption he doesn’t hold) that every sports blogger on the internet is male is just a tiny drop in the overflowing bucket of idiocy. But, whatever, it’s there, I’ll point it out. HE, HE, HE, HE. I’m not a he, Chris-lips. There are others of us out there. FEMALES. USING THE INTERNETS. TO WRITE ABOUT SPORTS.


Holy freaking cats, someone call the cops before we go getting all uppity or something!

Comerica officially survives second blogger invasion

Roar of the Tigers and Take 75 North, spreading the MVN gospel far and wide

Even typing the title makes me smile to remember the good old days… walking through the streets of Detroit wondering if Ian will ever see his car again after handing the keys over to a stranger… making fools of ourselves as we loudly and slowly file into our section (Tigers bloggers getting into a block of seats at the ballpark is sort of like trying to stuff a burlap sack full of squirming, biting ferrets)… realizing sometime after the top of the first that there was already a Tigers blogger there who didn’t introduce himself right away, possibly out of fear, and we may have since traumatized him…making ‘good-natured’ fun of Jason Grilli…

Ah, yes. Tigers Bloggers Night at the ballpark. The good old days. Or, you know, a couple days ago. Time flies when you’re editing big batches of photos on a collegiate schedule.

The photo up top there is a true marvel: your MVN big league Tigers blogger and your MVN minor league Tigers blogger, together in real-space. Is your mind blown yet? The distorted bits of the shot are due to the fact that it was taken with a wide angle lens, not because our concomitance was warping the fabric of the universe…. although MAYBE IT WAS.

Matt is the one who got to the park with his wife before the rest of us, and thus was in the section already when we arrived, yammering and clambering over seats. It was not until the bottom of the first or somewhere in the second inning that he turned and said, “So, um, you guys are the bloggers, right?” When it became clear who he was I am pretty sure I said something along the lines of, “MVN REPRESENT!”, which he more or less ignored, again, possibly out of fear. Sorry, Matt, but you had to learn the truth some time: I am pretty much this crazy in person. The main difference is that, in person (and especially at a ballgame), I swear more.

Of course it didn’t help that, in anticipation of a long night, I had significantly more caffeine than usual during the day.

The final attendance tally was me; Bill (Detroit Tigers Weblog), whom I still and probably forever must think of as “Billfer”; Ian (Bless You Boys), who was my ride and therefore had to deal with me for longer than anyone else did; Brian (Beyond Box Scores and Big Ten Hardball), whom I know mostly in a Wolverine capacity; Matt (Take 75 North) and his surely extremely tolerant wife; Eric (Dtown Baseball), who I think spoke to me once or twice the entire time and was probably scared for his life; Josh (occasionally the Daily Fungo), whom I will probably always now think of as Green Lantern due to his sweatshirt; Josh’s friend whose name I heard and immediately forgot because I’m skilled that way; and Tigers blog reader Cindy.

I’m serious when I say that I think the crew from last year (me, Billfer, Ian, and Brian) was loud and crazy enough to frighten everyone else. I’m not even sure how to describe it except to say that there was a terrible series of innuendos surrounding Billfer’s cell phone, which is so technologically advanced that it is no longer actually a cell phone and instead deserves to be called a data pod. The data pod can do amazing things, like access the internet so that Billfer can check blogs and reply to comments and basically never be away from his baby for more than a few minutes at a time.

Don’t interrupt Billfer when he’s using his data pod!

There was at one point a lot of confusion because I was, of course, scoreboard-watching the Red Sox game, and the Comerica out-of-town scoreboard was having some major issues. It initially showed Curt Schilling starting, then coming out of the game, then coming back into the game, then going out again, causing us (or at least me) vast soul-searching confusion. We asked the data pod, but the data pod was also confused by the game. Turns out that Schilling wasn’t pitching at all, and it was actually a Wakefield start. What was going on with the Comerica scoreboard? Was someone drunk? We may never know.

Sitting out by left field gave us some pretty good Timo views. Normal circumstances would say that this is no big deal, but Timo Perez is not holding to normal circumstances these days. It’s hard for me because I keep thinking of Neifi!!! when I hear “Perez”, which is totally unfair to Timo but is sadly unavoidable.

The seats were also pretty good for looking into the bullpen, which was quite nice; none of my “usual” seats at Fenway give me bullpen views, and the Wolverines don’t really have proper bullpens (although maybe they will this season, what with all the renovations at the Fish and all). It’s hard to remember how incredibly bored the guys in the bullpen must sometimes get until you get to watch them fart around for much of a game.

And, as usual, I dorked out over various atmospheric ballpark phenomena, such as

The way the Fox Theater sign lights up, and

the sun hitting off of contrails but not the surrounding clouds due to MAGICAL ANGLES, and

greenery. You know, things of that nature.

All the photos can be seen here, for further Comerica and Tigers blogger glory. Thrilling stuff.

So, clearly I fail at getting this online in a timely fashion. Free time I thought I would have did not materialize. Of tonight’s actual game I will say, yay, and holy freaking cats Pudge with an RBI walk!, and also, boo Yankees. Boo Red Sox for letting the Yankees do boo-worthy things. But yay Tigers. All we can do is take care of our own business, so that’s what we just have to keep on doing… frustrating though it may be.

Tigers flounder without bloggers, play great with bloggers present

photo by Samara Pearlstein

Is your team struggling? Have they looked lackluster at the plate?

If so, you need TIGERS BLOGGERS! A wonderful restorative, TIGERS BLOGGERS will cure what ails you, especially if what ails you is a 13-6 loss. The mere presence of TIGERS BLOGGERS in the ballpark will cause your team to:

–Unnerve the opposing starting pitcher!
–Gently coax success from your starting pitcher!
–Steal a load of bases!
–Break opposing batters’ bats!
–Overcome extreme dizziness to go 3-for-4 on the day!
–Keep the opposing team from hitting anything but loads of singles!
–Have an easy 9th inning in spite of the rollercoaster nature of your closer!

A team with TIGERS BLOGGERS present in person is a team of winners. Obviously. If we’d been able to be at the ballpark for BOTH games, imagine the heights of baseball glory to which the Tigers might have risen!

I of course took a load of photos; you can consider this one here a preview. I still have to finish uploading the photos from the Oregon game (sigh), but I’ll try to get these up as quick as I can, and I’ll have more to say about the game and my awesome fellow bloggers when I get the photos online.