Monday, August 29, 2005
Oh hells yes that is Hazel Mae. Anyways.
Three games in three days.
*makes vague, incoherent gestures*
I'm sorry, but my brain is basically mush right now. I did a little write-up from the Tigers point of view, and I'm now so zonked that I'm not sure I'm up for the Sox. So, real quick, and we'll see how this goes.
Tim Wakefield vs. Jason Johnson
Basically, the Sox were lucky they ran into JJ v. 2.1 instead of JJ v. 2.0. He had a strong first half but is known to drop like a rock in the second half, and so far after the AS break he's been madly inconsistent. They had about equal chances of running into the 8-inning, dominant version and the 5-inning, meatball-serving version. They got the meatballs. Very lucky, because the Tigers 'pen was flawless (who wants Chris Spurling after this series? I want Chris Spurling), and because the Red Sox 'pen was very, very not flawless.
I sat with the BCRS brother, and Beth we-are-related-to as opposed to Beth-who-blogs stopped by to say hello.
See the post I already made about this.
Bronson Arroyo vs. Sean Douglass
Very, very exciting from a Tigers point of view, and the team showed great heart, fantastic bullpen, etc. etc., you don't want to hear it.
From a Red Sox point of view? The starter was chased after 3 innings and the Sox simply could not capitalize because their pitching was busy sucking even worse. Bronson looked like he hit an absolute wall in the fourth, and a quick recovery in the fifth wasn't enough to fool anyone. Then the bullpen stepped in and laid down on the mound and exposed their soft, fleshy underbellies to the cruel claws of the Tigers bats, and there was just viscera everywhere. Yummy.
DaMeat's grand slam in the fourth was the back-breaker, I think. It left the park fast, in a big way, and the crowd got almost eerily quiet. The Tigs were still down by 2 after that, but they started playing like they actually thought they could come back, and the Sox started playing like they didn't particularly care.
I met Jere.
Brandon Inge was a homerun away from hitting for the cycle.
Mike Remlinger was cut from the team after this game, to the resounding joy of absolutely everyone.
I watched the game with the BCRS mom.
David Wells vs. Nate Robertson
Miserable for a Tigers fan, particularly the way that Franklyn failed to produce, and the confusing addition of John McDonald to the day's starting lineup (Where's Omar?). Bill Mueller's homerun was a blast, and I got a photo of him hitting it, so, hard to be too upset about that sort of thing.
Homeruns aside, Billy was inconsistent in the field, making a couple of insane diving catches, but also nearly pulling Millar off the bag entirely once, and doing so for an error another time. Bad day for Gabe Kapler at the plate.
Brandon Inge hit the heck out of the ball again.
Screw the game, it was a beautiful sunny afternoon (if hot in the sun, thankfully, our seats were in the shade), I got autographs from 4 Tigers, I got several more to look over and wave and say hi. I got a ton of photos. That's all I need to be happy.
Carlos Pena. Haverhill High and Northeastern University. He's a local Tiger. He's looking at me.
I want to hug Curtis Granderson for ever and ever. He's one of the Tigers whose autograph I got, and it's worth noting that he took a TON of time to sign for everyone, up and down the dugout, all along the third baseline, and in both dugout corners. He did it with a huge smile and some banter for everyone and, yeah, I love him a bit.
I watched the game with the BCRS dad, and Leah (sister of the aforementioned Beth) came over to say hello.
So, yeah, exhausted, fried, brain-dead. I'm just glad I got to see three good games, from SOMEone's perspective. Check out what I said over at RotT, and check out all the photo galleries, because there's some good shit in there. In fact, I think this post kind of IS the photo galleries, because those tell the story, of my complete and utter joy at discovering that I now have a camera that does not suck, of my obsession with Brandon Inge and Bill Mueller (and curious fascination with Chris Shelton, aka Big Red, aka the Rodent of Unusual Size) and of the games themselves.