A couple of weeks ago I wondered aloud how the Tigers season would interfere with Red Wings blogging come October.
MINNESOTA TWINS 6 - 5 DETROIT TIGERS (12 IN)
I have my answer now: completely kill my desire to ever turn on a TV again. All I'm thinking right now is how I've seen the most heartbreaking Tigers and Wings games of my life in the last four months.
Well that's sort of a lie. I'm also thinking about runners at the corners with no outs. And Zach Miner's "I obviously shouldn't be pitching in a big game" face. And Brandon Inge's jersey flapping after he was hit with the bases loaded. And being three lousy outs from the first division title since I was downing breast milk smoothies. And a ground ball up the middle that I was sure was an AL Central-winning double play, but wasn't.
And oh, that fucking dome. May that piece of dog shit melt in the hottest region of Hell. I have this dream where that entire baggy bitch collapses in flames while Brett Favre and Nick Punto are tied to each foul pole. If somebody can somehow make this happen I swear to God I will spend life in prison in your place.
Speaking of Punto, I foolishly tweeted this last Thursday during what should have been the last Twins/Tigers series of the year (I can't believe I'm quoting myself from Twitter; or saying "tweeted") --
"Glad that's the last of Punto for about 6 months. He's the Max Talbot of the Minnesota Twins."
Fuck me, right? The last of Nick Punto? Of course not. This horror movie villain of a baseball team wouldn't die, because they never do, and the slowest most painful death of a season dragged on from Thursday afternoon to Tuesday night.
I will say, in spite of all of this, that it was a remarkable game. As much as you may read about the Tig's choking away first place (being the first team to ever blow a three game lead with four games to play makes it hard to shake the "choke" label since pro baseball has been around for like five thousand years), they battled back a number of times in this game and showed some heart. Maggs' homer in the 8th was unexpected and thrilling; I thought the game was over after the Twins went up 4-3 in the 7th. Raburn's double play made my pants damp and (sort of) made up for his blunder at the start of the inning. And the bench reaction to Don Kelly being safe at home in the 10th was a really awesome thing to see.
For those only into hockey, sorry for the baseball ranting. My lifelong passion for the Wings only narrowly edges my Tigers interest, but it's over now.
The Detroit-less MLB playoffs actually coincides with a little break I'll be taking, as I'll be out of state from Thursday to Monday. I don't know what my Internet situation will be like, so if this is the last post until next week, I just pray that I won't be coming home to a 20,000-word volcanic eruption at A2Y after the Wings start 0-4.