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This is a good way to break up a no-hitter.

They have 25 games left and if they keep “winning“ at a .226 rate they will finish the season with 125 losses.

It’s almost the definition of futility.

They really need to give him some runs for a cushion.

Football? I’d like to see Nebraska beat Manchester City… 😉

Dan and Andy are really great together. On radio or on TV.

I know that Dan is supposed to do a certain number games a year, but I didn’t think he normally did this many in a row.

Another set of wasted opportunities today

Don’t screw the pooch here, Keith.

I like it when players love being in Detroit. When Earl Wilson talked about how great it was coming to Detroit it’s really pretty touching. He never left.

No kidding he’s almost 80.

So they actually are models?

Almost every meal I really like has nearly 100% of the sodium I should take in in a single day so you’re probably right about this.

I just thought we needed a double play and it happened. I wish I had thought I needed $1 million. That’s not being too greedy. It doesn’t go quite as far as it used to.

I haven’t been to Chipotle in a while, but I just saw an ad for it on the mlb.tv feed and the guacamole looked really great. And I had no idea that they employed attractive models at Chipotle so that’s another reason to go there.

Not that way.

Unload one Tork…

Oh wow, have Tram and Lou in the booth.

Going over all the teams that have won World Series in the last 40 years it’s pretty embarrassing actually, but we just now scored two runs!

I was 32 in 1984, so I was basically older than almost everybody on the team except for Evans and Wilcox. And although nobody’s ever accused me of being athletic, I’m not doing half bad compared to these guys.

They mispronounced **** Tracewski‘s name. (Edit) Richard! Sorry.

I’m getting verklempt. 1984 was great for me. I was 32 years old and still with memories of 1968 and living in Tucson, Arizona. Six guys from Detroit - whom I had never met before they moved to Tucson - became my closest circle of friends and we shared that entire season together. As a kid, I was the only Tigers fan I knew. So being with a cluster of like-minded souls was a big deal. They were starry-eyed devotees just like me. Watching Jack’s no-hitter in the first week of the season on NBC’s game of the week made us all look at each other and wonder if this could be the year. And it was.

That’s what I had to do. I gotta tell you I’m really relieved the Jack Morris is there.