I remember years ago when the Tigers were playing the Red Sox they had an eight run lead off of Wakefield I think and the Red Sox scored 10 runs in return and beat us.
This keeps happening. I stop watching for some reason and a big rally occurs without me. It’s like Schrodinger’s Cat but every time I take a nap or my attention span lapses runs are scored in the box. It’s like I’m bad luck or something if I’m focused on the game. I’m amazed that Kelly could just now hit a homer with me paying attention.
What are rotten day for me to lose track of time take a midday nap because I am old and miss 10 runs being scored? and it’s the free game of the day on TV?
I keep feeling like Joad family in The Grapes of Wrath: fleeing to a land of white picket fences where we think we’ll be safe and when we get there, it ain’t what we expected. It feels like we’ve crossed the whole damn continent in the last few years and we still haven’t got to where we want to be. It’s galling to think how teams like Baltimore and KC have fallen so low then rebounded beyond us.
Anyone who pronounces “Merry, Marry, and Mary” differently probably pronounces “banana” as “bah-NAH-ah,” and wears a bow tie and a corduroy jacket with patches on the elbows. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I am aware of a Northern Minnesota accent, but not a “Michigan accent.“ I grew up in Northeastern Indiana, and I’ve never noticed that anybody from Michigan speaks in a way that made me notice a difference from what I take to be standard Midwestern speak.
A rookie pitcher and they’ve never seen his stuff? Even Miggy and Prince in their prime couldn’t hit a guy like that when they were on the Tigers. A whole lineup of Tiger All-Stars would be flummoxed by that. Hopefully we will only face this future Sandy Koufax once.
The MLB app on my phone is annoying because it’s always informing me about what better teams are doing to stock up for their pennant runs. I really miss the days when we ran with the big dogs and got used to walloping trades and free agent signings occurring.
Not to disparage him, but hoping that Riley Greene can at least raise his batting average above .250 just isn’t the same. I’d always expected more. And getting excited about role players coming up and exceeding initial expectations just isn’t the same. It’s good but not the same. Damn.