Tigers fans. You alright?
All is wrong in Tigertown, but—you all there?
Continue reading “Game 117 // Tenth Inning // Misery in Tigertown”
Tigers fans. You alright?
All is wrong in Tigertown, but—you all there?
Continue reading “Game 117 // Tenth Inning // Misery in Tigertown”
BOTTOM OF THE FIFTH: TIGERS 16 (7) – 4 MARINERS
More runs in a single inning than you’ll see all year—nineteen in the game, nine in the fifth, storming home in front of Detroit’s home faithful. The first warm breeze of almost-summer easing into the ballpark, thinking they might not squander away the Miguel Cabrera years after all. That there may yet be something left.
He’s on the bench, healing, recovering. Watching. Thinking. Trying his best to hope.
Continue reading “Game 102 // Fifth Inning // No Miggy, No Problem”
TOP OF THE NINTH: ROYALS 7 (2) – 4 TIGERS
They’re on the telecast, this last inning in Detroit, breathing a last gasp of hope for all the remaining audience: “And the Royals are saying, this game ain’t over!”
Continue reading “Game 84 // Ninth Inning // The Great Royals’ Final Go”
BOTTOM OF THE FIFTEENTH: MARINERS 6 (4) – 5 TIGERS
An e to an a, a Pete to a Kyle, and a late-night extras win in Seattle for Seager: “If he had a homer, he’d homer in the morning. He’d homer in the evening, all over this land. He’d homer out danger, he’d homer out a warning, he’d homer out love between his brothers and sisters, all over this land.” Continue reading “Game 74 // Fifteenth Inning // The Seager Game”
TOP OF THE NINTH: TIGERS 6 – 5 METS
The Detroit Tigers are wearing uniform tops with Tigres written in navy across the fronts, meaning one of three things: The equipment manager overlooked a run of typos; they’ve been bought out and renamed as a companion team by Tigres UANL, top-league fútbol team of Monterrey; or it’s some sort of Spanish-language night at Comerica Park and the translation has been deemed a plus for local promotions.
Safe to say the latter wins out there, though from a glance it’s not entirely clear. Continue reading “Game 72 // Ninth Inning // Death of a Metsfan”
TOP OF THE FIFTH: INDIANS 8 (2) – 2 TIGERS
Left, right, left, right—a pinball-esque onslaught of baseballs soaring into the outfield stands of Comerica Park, unlocking bonus rounds and score multipliers, and it’s nine straight wins stacked up, reeled in, strung together, for the first-place Cleveland Indians, on their way to the top of the A.L. heap. Continue reading “Game 57 // Fifth Inning // The Day the Indians Soared”
BOTTOM OF THE SEVENTH: ORIOLES 7 (2) – 5 TIGERS
It’s rally time at Camden Yards, with the Orioles down three and the crowd chanting the “Seven Nation Army” bass-line refrain: “Ohhhh, oh-oh-oh-ohhhh, ohhhhh…” They roar out in repeated rounds, batter after batter, until the Tigers give in—hypnotized into a five-run seventh inning. Continue reading “Game 33 // Seventh Inning, Baltimore // Triple Schoop”
TOP OF THE EIGHTH: RANGERS 7 (0) – 2 TIGERS
Upton at the wall. His hands on the chainlink fence between green padding sections, pressed up against @tigers @tigers @tigers printed in white lowercase letters, ringing the outfield at Comerica Park in a long, single-file row. He’s standing on the dirt warning track like a boat run aground, with his #8 jersey number and name printed in pink. It’s Mother’s Day. Continue reading “Game 30 // Eighth Inning // Pink-Power Rangers”