note: info taken from ESPN.com
13 games left.
2.5 games back…
as if starting a new job wasn’t stress enough in my life…
Photo by hey-detroit
(Source: nothing-stops-detroit)Nothing Stops Detroit
Al Alburquerque clearly was very grateful to get out of the top of the ninth inning against the Oakland Athletics on Sunday. So grateful that he sealed his good fate with a kiss and infuriated his opponents.
(Source: USA Today)
It's a long season.
It was an amazing team and a disappointing team. It was an amazing season and a disappointing season. We were driven crazy, we lost sleep, and every time we thought we’d gotten an out they found a way to drag us back in. It was the big team that should becoming the little team that shouldn’t becoming the team that almost, almost, almost did.
Let’s do it again next year.
Samara Pearlstein, Roar of the Tigers
Read the rest: “These Were Our Tigers”
Illustration by Samara Pearlstein
Machado leads the league in doubles. I’m second in doubles—double vodkas, double scotches…
(via @jonmorosi)It's a long season.
If you have no rooting interest in the ALCS and NLCS this year, here’s why you could root for the Tigers and Dodgers: it’s the only possible World Series that hasn’t happened before.
Tigers/Dodgers has never happened? I’m pro- that!Flip Flop Fly Ballin'
Of course I don’t remember the exact day and opponent and box score of that first game. I was six years old, how could I? But I knew Matt Nokes hit two home runs and my dad insisted the game was in early May. A quick search on Baseball Reference finds that Nokes only once hit two homers as a Tiger in early May and that was on May 1st, 1988, a 3-2 victory against the Seattle Mariners. I like being able to pinpoint this. If everything else is memory—where we parked, the peanuts, that it was just the two of us, the crumbling of that masterful stadium—the game is fixed, recorded and set down for all time, exactly .012% of the games the Tigers played at home that season, the season itself just .011% of all years played at Tiger Stadium. A blip. Another day at the ballpark. But if the box score didn’t exist, it would be like it never happened and we need validation. See, we get to say, we were there. We remember.
(via Hobart :: The First Game)