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Closing the book on Carlos Guillen.


photos and illustrations by Samara Pearlstein

Carlos Guillen was a veteran of 14 seasons, a three-time All Star, a Tiger for 8 years, and a non-roster invitee with the Mariners this spring. He was injured approximately 10,439 times over the course of his Tigers career. He was extremely good in 2004 and very good in 2006. He has a small chin and large ears. Now he is no more so far as MLB is concerned. Carlos Guillen has announced his retirement.

Remember the good times, Detroit friends.

The high socks times.

The touching times.

The zombie times.

The IKEA times.

The bathing in horseradish mash times.

The beached times.

The derpy times.

The derpy times.

The derpy times.

Carlos Guillen lives


illustrations by Samara Pearlstein

For now.

Tigers things that have been happening, in Terrible Cartoons.


illustrations by Samara Pearlstein

Was anyone in the world surprised by the ‘news’ that Joel Zumaya and Carlos Guillen will not be with the team come Opening Day? Of course not. The only way this would have been surprising is if both of them were bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and sound in every limb. That would have been truly shocking.

Zoom has soreness in his elbow (the one that shattered so horri-memorably last season), Guillen has some sort of shenanigans surrounding his knee. They will rest, and maybe the inflammation will go down. At that point they will come off the DL, play a few games, and promptly get injured again. So It Is Written.

Let us remember that I already have an entire cat-egory for Carlos Guillen’s surgically repaired knee, and the only reason I don’t have one for Zoom is because there are too many body parts involved.

Will Rhymes has (at least temporarily) beaten out Danny Worth and Scott Sizemore for the starting job at second base.

This is a positive decision from a Roar of the Tigers viewpoint, so I can only hope the Tigers stick with it, and that Will Rhymes continues to wear his hair long. If he decided to start wearing his socks up too, that would pretty much make things perfect. Oh, also he should continue to hit the baseball in a useful manner. Really, though, this is a good thing. Danny Worth is freaking difficult to render in Terrible Cartoon form, and Scott Sizemore just always looks worried. Not when he’s wearing baseball jerseys that defy the mind and eyeballs, but at most other times: worried. WHAT DOES HE KNOW THAT WE DON’T?

Anyways, I feel safer with Will Rhymes. How can you mistrust the second base-defending skills of someone capable of remaining so calm when he’s about to get his face ripped off by a werewolf?

He is also obsessed with Chipotle burritos. OBSESSED. He can talk about them for a disturbingly long time.

Phil Coke is going to be the fifth starter whether we like it or not, but the Tigers don’t actually need five starters to begin the season. The way the schedule is staggered will let them get away with just four until they get to the weekend of the first home series. So that’s an extra 8 games where Coke gets to hang out in the bullpen with all the other relievers who thought they had gotten rid of him. NOPE.

I watched the Mets game that was on FSND the other day, and Phil Coke said some things during his interview.

–“I felt like I was throwing like a little girl there for a while.”

–On how he knew things were going well in some sort of simulated game situation thing: “[It was just] about hearing a lot of foul language from the guys, ’cause I was throwing a lot of heaters down the middle.”

–On starting the season in the bullpen: “I get to hang out with my boys, man!”

–On not being able to run in from the bullpen to psyche himself up for an appearance: “Coming in like a bull from a china shop.”

–On whether he considers himself a ‘personality’ in the bullpen: “Ah, you guys say that. People are gonna believe what y’all tell ’em.”
Rod Allen: “That’s right!”

–On what he’s going to do now that he’s out of the game for the day: “I’m gonna go kick up my feet, put my hands behind my head (demonstrating), put my feet up on the coffee table and go watch some boob tube.”
Rod Allen: “You got a real nice lifestyle!”

He also recently said the following, after a bad outing:

“It was weird,” Coke said. “It was one of those days. Very rarely does this ever happen to me: I could hear everything today.”

After the bat slipped out of the hands of Lance Berkman and into the Tigers’ dugout twice — once in the first inning and again in the fourth, when it struck infield coach Rafael Belliard in the arm — Coke admitted his concentration was affected.

“Once my focus was interrupted, I was garbage,” Coke said.
George Sipple/Detroit Free Press

Fifth starter, ladies and gentlecats: psyched out by crowd noise. I’m not saying this is necessarily going to be an issue during the season, but it is a thing that happened in real actual life. Panic at the level you deem appropriate.

You know how sometimes during a broadcast Rod will just start to lose it, and Mario will continue to doggedly attempt to call the game, but you can totally tell that he’s one wrong word away from cracking up himself, and also he knows Rod is being distracting and incredibly unhelpful but he can’t get mad because Mario just can’t stay mad at Rod? You know what I mean. Anyways, I always imagine it like this. Noogies.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA GRANDE! Jose Valverde turns 33 on March 24. Put on a pair of glasses, squat down, bug your eyes out as far as they will go, and scream at the top of your lungs to properly celebrate.

The end.

Guillen hurt, Armando screwed, same old, same old.


illustration by Samara Pearlstein

So apparently Carlos Guillen’s knee is more busted than we thought. Or not. Or… I don’t know, they are still calling it ‘a deep bone bruise’, but now he is going to have surgery anyways. I guess they need surgery to really get in there, poke around, have a proper look at it so they can be 100% certain that it is in fact a bruise.

ANYWAYS. The surgery means the definitive end of his season.

This is how surprised I am:

As for Armando, I’M SORRY. It’s my fault. I didn’t leave the house until halfway through the game… we all know that the Tigers these days do not win while I am watching, and I watched half of this game, so I should have known that they were going to lose. Plus: Jim Joyce and his mustache were behind the plate, calling balls and strikes. Basically every form of karma was against Armando Galarraga in this one.

Poor lil’ guy went 7 innings, giving up 3 runs on 4 hits and 2 walks (two of those runs on a single Jake Fox homer), and he got nothing. It’s not Right, it’s not Fair, but it is, alas, how the Tigers roll.

I know they’re on a hot streak of late, but still… the Orioles. Blech. I mean, I guess SOMEone has to lose to them eventually, they do have 50+ wins on the season, but does it have to be the Tigers?

you don't mess with the bat of Ramon Santiago

photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein

There are loads of Tigers who could be singled out for the RotT image for this post, but I think hitting your first home run since 2003 is big enough to make us go with Ramon Santiago and his flaming bat of Fiery Power.

Sure, Verlander’s first win of the year makes him a fine candidate, especially since the win was so hard-earned. I was honestly afraid, at the start of the game, that he was going to melt down again. It certainly looked like it was heading that way. All those singles early on, and then the Frank Catalanotto homerun… it just didn’t look like a Verlander-in-his-prime kinda day.

Then came the third inning. Oh, the third inning. Although the flashy marvels were in the bottom half of it, when the Tigers offense seemed to suddenly and collectively remember that it was capable of hitting home runs, it was the top half that saw Verlander grabbing himself by the, er, baseballs and finally having a clean 1-2-3 inning. From then on it seemed like he was back to the Verlander we know and love and trust with starting baseball games… although of course by then the damage to his pitch count had been done and when he came out after 6 he’d thrown 110 pitches. We’ll want to avoid that for next time, Justin.

But what about that bottom half, eh? Three home runs (Maggs, Cabrera, Santiago), an RBI single (Edgah), and a triple (Jacque Jones), all in one inning. That, quite frankly, is amazing. Maybe even more amazing is the fact that Vicente Padilla was left in for all of it. I understand that Texas didn’t want to overwork their bullpen, but holy cats, they maybe should’ve thought about pulling him after, say, the second home run? Or the triple, which followed two home runs in a row? Mightn’t that have been more… rational? Sane? Kind?

Not that I’m complaining, of course. It worked out GREAT for the Tigers. Sure seems crazy from a Texan point of view, though.

And hey, it got Ramon Santiago his first big league homer in almost 5 years. We’ll take it.

Most awesome random moment of the game: Pudge chases a foul ball all the way back to the dugout. He reaches out to catch it, leaning over the rail, and gets his glove on it over the dugout. Great play in and of itself. Then Pudge grabs the baseball out of his glove, holds it up, and gives the dugout a thousand-watt grin, like, ‘look what I got!’ I almost squealed out loud, it was so awesome.

ETA: On the subject of the Cabrera/Guillen base switch: I would have to say that I’m about half in favor of this. I like the idea of moving Cabrera to first; I think he’ll do better, defensively, over there, although it’s by no means a necessarily easy position. And I kind of like the idea of getting Guillen back over to the left side of the infield; that’s where he’s used to playing, albeit at shortstop instead of third, and we’ve definitely seen that he has Issues with first. Not knowing where to stand, mostly, which, yeah, would probably be the sort of thing he’d learn with time, but it’s actually sort of a dangerous situation while we wait for him to learn, because every time he straddles the basepath he’s just asking an approaching runner to accidentally plow into him and do some damage.

Of course Cabrera should have a bit of learning curve as well, but maybe he’ll learn it faster than Guillen did– old dog, new tricks, etc.

HOWEVER. I thought we were moving Guillen to first in order to give him a break, because although he’s only 32, his Surgically Repaired Knee makes his lower body in some respects much older. Third base involves a lot more diving around than first does. Also, Carlos does not have the cannon-like arm that, say, Brandon Inge has (or even Cabrera– to his defensive credit, the guy can make some nice throws), and it’s much more important to have a strong arm at third than at first.

The only thing I can think is that maybe this means even more time for Brandon Inge at third, since they’ll have to rest Guillen a lot more at the more demanding position in order to keep him healthy. Maybe? I guess we’ll see, but after the game, when he announced this, Jim Leyland seemed awfully certain about it, so there must be some good solid reasoning behind it all. One would hope.

Carlos Guillen hits 1000, everyone sighs in relief


photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein

FINALLY.

That was a Huge Sigh of Relief Game (hereby known as the unpronounceable HSRG) if I ever saw one. The losing streak was starting to get bad… not that all losing streaks aren’t bad, because they ARE, but this one was starting to weigh us all down with incredibly heavy depressing thoughts. Thoughts of the Racist Logos. Thoughts of the Yankees. Disgusting teams to have to think about, really.

Thanks to the HSRG, we can now drag our minds out of the gutter for one night before we have to worry about plunging our thoughts back into the cold, cold depths of murky losing again.

Now, I would like to see if we can win more than once a week. Winning one was good. Winning several in a row would be a lot better. I know we have to take baby steps up out of this slump and I know that the HSRG is just a beginning, but I would be a lot happier inside my own obsessed, Tigers-fan brain if some positive progress could be made.

Speaking of progress being made! Tonight Carlos Guillen reached a milestone, as he acquired his 1,000th hit. Carlos is DHing in an attempt to rest his Surgically Repaired Knee (a joint with whom we are all far too familiar, and from whom we hope to not hear anything soon). Even the unusual rhythm of DHing, coupled with the probable slight soreness in his knee, could not keep Carlos’ bat down. He went 3-for-4 and was a home run short of the cycle, and in the process of all that hitting, he managed to smack his 1,000th.

Quoth Carlos: “You stay healthy, you can do these things.”

Downplaying as usual. Hugs for you, Carlos. Nobody in the universe will care except for us, what with ARod and Barry Bonds and Tom Glavine all splattering onto the windshield of the record books at once, but it’s a nice round number to reach, and Tigers fans commend you most heartily for it.

The Mayor’s home run: awesome, yes or yes? It was kind of like, OK, Sean Casey has gone yard. We cannot now lose this game. Sean Casey, who now has a grand total of 3 home runs this year; this was his first at Comerica, because the park is just too bloody big for his solid lil’ bat. How can you not love seeing a guy like that hit one out of the ballpark, just when we need it most? Pure Mayor-dom.

Oh, and there was a Tigers roundtable over at AOL Fanhouse. Questions were asked of Billfer, Ian, Kurt, and Lee, in addition to me. So you know I sound especially ridiculous. But variety is the spice of Tigers blogdom! So be sure to go check that out.

"Tigers are dropping like flies."


illustration by Samara Pearlstein

That’s what Rod Allen said during the game today. “Tigers are dropping like flies.” He wasn’t talking about the standings, although he could have been; the Devil Rays had another curiously effective game today, and the Racist Logos squeaked one out from under the Red Sox to up their divisional lead to 2.5 games. No, Rod was talking about injuries.

Injuries! The bane of any team’s existence. You can have the best team in baseball and it won’t do you a lick of good if the injury bug (fly?) gets into their soup. I mean, look at this.

Healed: Placido Polanco, Jeremy Bonderman.

Polanco had that side/stomach/oblique/rum tum tum strain, or whatever it is, that sidelined him for a few games. Luckily, he’s back, and it doesn’t seem to be lingering… although its returnability is yet to be seen. Bondo had his finger all blistered, and if his last outing was any indication, he has fully and gloriously recovered from that.

Busted up: Kenny Rogers, Vance Wilson, Joel Zumaya, Fernando Rodney, Carlos Guillen, Brandon Inge. Oh hell, let’s throw in Roman Colon too.

Kenny, of course, exploded his shoulder before we even had a chance to properly miss him. Woe and sadness and all that. It’s hard to say precisely how much we’ve missed him (especially since Durbin’s been more passable than expected, as I keep finding ways to say in nearly every post), but I think it’s pretty fair to say that we’ve missed him in three distinct ways:

1. Lots.
2. Tons.
3. Badly.

Vance Wilson (wasn’t he supposed to be back by now?) might not be as sorely missed as some think. His average last season was pretty unVanceian and I guess there’s no real reason to think that he would repeat it. We probably do miss him defensively, though. There’s no way Rabelo is as good with the pitchers as (according to the pitchers themselves, anyhow) Vance is. Was. Is. Whatever. Seriously, wasn’t he supposed to be back by now? Maybe he’s dead. That would be tragic.

Zoom, as we all know, destroyed his finger simply by throwing a pitch. He’ll be back as soon as they finish fashioning a bionic finger for him- they’re waiting on the adamantium. In the meantime, we miss his power and the intimidation factor he brought to the bullpen. The rest of the league does not miss him.

Fernando has biceps tendonitis, which is basically this:

Biceps tendonitis (also called bicipital tendonitis) is an inflammation of the long tendon of the biceps muscle, which is located in a bony groove of the upper arm bone (the ball-and-socket joint). The tendon becomes swollen and inflamed as a result of repetitious lifting, especially overhead lifting with the arms held outstretched. The swelling and inflammation weakens the tendon; unusually heavy lifting while the tendon is irritated can lead to tendon rupture. In most cases the inflammation will resolve over several weeks with an absolute limitation of lifting.
UpToDate patient information

Assuming no actual damage has been done to the tendon, he should heal so long as he actually rests. All this does is thin out our bullpen even more. Woe, and woe again.

Carlos grounded out today and grounded right into a “mild left groin strain,” which could mean that he’s back in two days, or it could mean that he will never walk or make babies again. Only time and perhaps MRIs will tell. I suppose we’re obliged to be happy that it’s not his knee, because I’m not sure how many mentions of Carlos Guillen’s Surgically Repaired Knee I can take before I lose my mind and start drawing his various injured body parts with little eyes and mouths and have them playing a game of baseball all by themselves or something.

Kneecap at third! Groin tendony bits pitching! Get well soon Carlos, seriously, no one needs to see that.

Brandon Inge. Sigh. Brandon Inge got his toe broken by a pitch. CURSES BE UPON THE DEVIL RAYS. CURSES BE UPON ALL WHO DAMAGE THE SACRED PERSON OF BRANDON INGE. They dared to break his toe! WE SHALL BREAK THEIR SPIRITS. Uh, not this series, obviously, but, you know….. eventually.

Because he’s Brandon Inge, of course, he couldn’t even get his toe broken by a Zumayan fastball or anything like that.

“It hurts,” he said, and removed his sock to brandish a deep red and purple bruise, both on the top and bottom of the toe.

“It’s amazing, [the pitch] was 71 mph. That’s why I was like, ‘I’m not even coming out of this game.’ Nobody would believe a 71-mph curve ball [could do that]. They’d be like, ‘Oh, Inge is a little sissy.'”
MLB.com article

Sigh. SIGH. They say he can play on it so long as it’s properly braced and he’s shot full of pain meds, so I guess he’ll be doing that as soon as the swelling goes down and he can actually fit it in his cleat without collapsing on the ground in a sobbing mess of agony. It’s killing me to think about this, it really is. BLEEPING BLEEP BLEEP DEVIL RAYS.

Oh, and I just threw Colon in there because I’m sure that if he wasn’t DLed (something to do with his neck, wasn’t it? or am I thinking of someone else?), he would be a great help, since our bullpen is all smoke and mirrors and Wilfredo Ledezma these days.

Now we have to play the Racist Logos again. No more tiger-flies dropping, guys! We can’t spare another body. One more person puts a sneeze out of line, and I’m breaking out the bubble wrap and the duct tape, and everyone can learn how to play ball through that.

Of Chinless Infielders and Eligible Catchers

Wednesday the Cubs game got rained out, and as soon as I heard this I flipped over to ESPN, knowing that the Tigers had a very good chance of being the backup game. Tigers on TV! This is a treat for me, since I spend the summers living in the Boston area, which is great for following the Red Sox and great for going to games at Fenway, but not so hot for following the Tigers.

The very first thing I hear after I change the channel is “…Carlos Guillen’s surgically repaired knee…” Literally, the very first thing. It’s official. Carlos Guillen’s Surgically Repaired Knee is now a proper noun in its own right and should probably be given a separate spot on the 40-man roster. Hell, we’ve still got Bobby Higginson on the 40-man. CG’sSRK is a more commanding presence and has more impact on the future of the team at this point.

Bonderman had a rough first inning, but then settled down and proved, once again, that he is better than you. Yes, you. You as well. If we could all just agree that Arizona never happened, we’d be all set and Bondo would probably be on his way to the All Star game. Alas, fate and bats wielded by purple-and-teal-wearing cretins are cruel, and Jeremy’s got a fishing trip planned for the All Star break (I’m not making that up. He’s seriously going fishing. He’s about two steps away from being a complete hick, and I just want to hug him forever).

The thing is, even as he struggled through the first, I wasn’t worried. That’s what Bondo does. He has trouble in the first a lot, that’s not unusual. What’s unusual is if he doesn’t recover from that and pitch in a dominant fashion. In his last 4 starts, he’s had two complete games and one powerful 8-inning outing and Arizona. I’ve started thinking of it as the ‘Pedro Martinez syndrome’, and you know what? If Bondo ends up being like Pedro, I think I’ll be able to handle that. I won’t get too upset. Honest.

Bondo only gave up two earned runs, and one of them was a solo shot home run to Travis Hafner, whom I’m growing to hate more and more as he keeps mashing the ball. Tram seems to have a bit of a crush on him, though.

“Is he hot, or what?” Tigers manager Alan Trammell asked about Hafner, who his [sic] hitting .387 with 13 homers and 38 RBI over his last 32 games.
ESPN game recap

Ew, no way, Tram. He’s big and doofy looking. Not hot at all. And his nickname is ‘Pronks’, which is apparently a linguistic combination of the words ‘Donkey’ and ‘Project’, which were both things he was called by his teammates before they decided to streamline things and merge the two. No, I don’t know why he was being called ‘Donkey’ or ‘Project’ in the first place.

When CC Sabathia had thrown 94 pitches going into the 5th, the announcers were talking about the prowess of the opposing batters and that was why he was now getting hammered. Which is nice, I love to see the Tigers get credit for doing something well, but to be realistic I thought the reason Captain Cheeseburger was getting lit up late had less to do with the kitty bats and more to do with the fact that he was completely exhausted, as he tends to get. Of course, the reason he was so tired was because the Tigs had been working counts like they were stubborn wads of chewing gum, but it struck me as strange at the time that the announcers were completely ignoring the fact that CC was up over 90 pitches, has notorious composure issues, and was probably therefore an exhausted mess.

Carlos Guillen and Chris Shelton were batting second and third, giving the Tigers a rare 2-3 Double Chinless punch in their lineup. Happily, weak chins do not translate to weak bats, and they went a combined 5-for-10 on the night with 2 RBI.

The play where Guillen trapped a ball, was sent flying over onto the seat of his pants, and threw out the runner at first with his bum firmly planted on the grass… beautiful. If it wasn’t for the knee injury keeping him out for much of the season thus far, he would almost certainly have been high in the All Star contention. They had a shot of Bondo after the play, he was smiling in a goofy little tight-lipped way. It really was an amazing play, though… I’m still not sure how Carlos got enough power on that ball to get it to first in time when he was sitting down. Although his chinless partner did make a reasonably good stretch-and-scoop at first.

I got my first live look at Magglio Ordonez, and I noticed a few things.

1. He’s kind of cute. He’s let his hair go all big and curly too, which, as someone who is also a fan of the Red Sox, I’ve grown to approve of for some baseball players.

2. It wasn’t just Boras!speak when everyone was calling him ‘a professional hitter’. The way he was seeing balls, the way he was fighting off the right pitches at the right times and working counts… if this is a Magglio Ordonez whose timing is still slightly off because of his long enforced absence, I think I’m going to be madly in love with a Magglio Ordonez at 100%. Seriously. The long ball is overrated. Chicks find the double-digit at-bat ending in a walk just as sexy.

3. Of course, a two-run RBI double is just as nice too. We’ll take that.

I only caught the end of the game on Thursday, after the Red Sox game was rain delayed and ultimately called. I did get to see The Farns pitch, which is always appreciated, although he seems to be struggling just a smidge with his control lately.

44th Round, aka Vance Wilson, made a throwing error trying to pickoff the man at second, and the ball ended up in the outfield with the runner moving to third. There was a quick shot of Pudge in the dugout, talking to Mike Maroth and shaking his head in disgust, like, “Man, you know I wouldnta done that.”

Speaking of Vance, I only just noticed that his chest protector actually says his name on it. Not on the lip of his gear, like Pudge has, but because he wears a chest protector made by Wilson, it has his last name printed prominently on it. I wonder if that was intentional or not.

As for tonight… ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I didn’t get to see it in glorious video, since it’s back to Red Sox or bust on Boston TV, but from what I gleaned off of message boards and game recaps, it was just insane. Scott Kazmir (who is basically my age) starts the game off by plonking Plonkers, then going ahead and letting the Tigers put up 4 in the first. Nate starts his half of the inning by throwing behind Carl Crawford, and BAM, he’s ejected. The starting pitcher gone after exactly one pitch? Sheez.

Now, I understand that the ump thought Kazmir’s throw was not intentional while he thought Gator’s was. But the fact remains that Plonkers got hit, actually hit with a pitch. Crawford got the living daylights scared out of him, maybe, but he wasn’t hit. And it’s not as though there was a warning already on the field. Ejecting a guy after one pitch, with no warnings issued, seems a bit trigger-happy to me. The fact that there apparently was a warning issued later, after which Kazmir threw behind Vance Wilson and was not ejected… well, um, OK.

With no starter, the Detroit bullpen proceeded to split the game between 4 guys (basically 3, Jamie Walker came in at the very end to get one out), throwing a shutout over the first 6 innings. That’s less bullpen than some teams go through when their starter goes 6 innings. Frustrating as this team has been at points this season, there are games that remind you why we were all so high on them in the offseason and the spring, and why we shouldn’t be counting them out of anything just yet. Of course, this is against the Devil Rays, but this is also a team who swept Baltimore at home earlier in the season, while the Birds were still hot, so excuse me if I retain my stubborn position on their worth.

Ah, and did we all hear the Pudge news? I mean beyond missing a couple of games with a jammed finger acquired on a nifty slide into home plate.

For the first time in print, Pudge Rodriguez has acknowledged that he’s getting a divorce from his wife of 15 years, Maribel.

“Tell them all now that I’m a single man,” he was quoted as saying in Monday’s Flint Journal.

The Tigers have known for months that Rodriguez and his wife were divorcing, but felt they shouldn’t comment until Pudge did — and even when he did, they were courteously hesitant.

“It’s not my place (to talk about it),” Trammell said. “but as you can imagine, it’s been tough. It’s been an issue for him for four months now. I know it’s been a burden for him, but he still comes to the ballpark and prepares himself as he always has.”
DetNews

I’m not saying this explains away all of Pudge’s issues this year, but it might explain some of them: the offensive woes, part of the weight loss, the sullenness with the media, take your pick. This isn’t some 1-year celebrity marriage that he got bored with. He’s been married to this woman since he was 19 and just starting in the majors. They have 3 kids, none of them very old. He is by all accounts a big family guy. So this is pretty sad stuff, and I can’t imagine it’s easy on him.

The “Tell them I’m a single man” quote? Sounds bad. But if we’d like to try to put a positive spin on it, I can only say that if this has been going on for 4 months already, Pudge has obviously reached the stage where he can joke about it a little bit. It’s not as though he just started the divorce proceedings and is being all callous about it. He’s maybe kind of joking here, people. We laugh because otherwise we’d be crying, you know?

I’ve got my 10 most memorable in-person sports moments up at my other blog if you’d like to go see. No Tigers events made the cut, but there are two Lions memories and two Michigan Wolverine football memories, so you might be interested anyways.