From Cubs vs Cardinals 6/28/2016.
Month: June 2016
Tigers 7 Marlins 5
The Tigers managed to win last night despite making three errors and Mike Pelfrey starting. Their fifth inning yesterday reminded me of Indians’ fifth inning Sunday against JV.
I’m watching this afternoon with the Tigers up 4-1 but Norris looks shaky in the second.
Indians 7 Tigers 4
Well, It looks like the Tigers just can’t beat the Indians. The tables have turned from recent years.
The game ended on one of the oddest double plays I’ve ever seen. I guess it was only odd because I thought Rajai Davis dropped the ball
CONNIPTION SHOT | MIGUEL CABRERA
This is the definition of hitting the ball into a conniption from last night, 6/20/2016.
Tigers 8 Mariners 7
Nice win and a needed win. After losing the last three to Kansas City the Tigers could ill afford to lose their first game in the home-stand.
Justin Upton came through with two home runs including the walk-off in the bottom of the 12th. If they Tigers are going to keep their heads above water they are going to need J-UP to stay hot.
Iggy scared me at short. He made an error and almost booted another ball in the 11th.
Did anybody else notice that Upton almost missed the plate on his walk-off?
JMC and J-UP both had CONNIPTION SHOTS!
I have to tip my hat to the bullpen. I don’t like the Tigers’ chances battle of the pens but they pitched well tonight.
Pelfrey was bad.
Royals 2 Tigers 1
Well, losing the last three games in a row is never good, but the Tigers finished this road trip 4-6. Not great, but not terrible considering the abominations that were the previous two road trips.
Zimmerman pitched well but the Tigers couldn’t hit. Even after they got the devastating Chris Young out of the game, who historically dominates the Tigers, the bats couldn’t do anything. Unfortunately given the state of the bullpen, I don’t like their chances in extra inning games.
Hopefully, they can have a good home-stand. It won’t be easy with Seattle and Cleveland coming into town.
The J.D. injury may be devastating.
Rise Up | Hockey Night In Canada 2016 Tribute
Hockey season is over. The Penguins won the cup and for as much as I wanted the Sharks to win, Pittsburgh was by far the better team.
Growing up near the Canadian border, I prefer to watch CBC, Channel 9’s, Hockey Night In Canada for game coverage whenever possible. HNIC does hockey right.
Here is the 2016 season ending montage HNIC played at the end of Sunday’s broadcast, H/T The Hockey News:
White Sox 10 Tigers 9
This game was like watching a train wreck. When the Sox started chipping away I knew this game was lost. I guess we can give K-ROD a pass, he had converted 19 in a row but this one is going to leave a mark.
I thought Brad Ausmus had a good game in the losing effort. I liked the suicide squeeze with Iggy and Salty to extend the lead to 9-7 and I liked leaving Nick “The Quick” in the game in the late innings. There was not much he could do about the pitching, I thought he made the right moves at the right time, it just didn’t work out.
I often call Robin Ventura the dumbest manager in baseball but I have to give him and Big Game Jame Shields credit. The Tigers were beating Big Game James into a conniption but Ventura left him in the game and he ended up giving the White Sox five innings and a chance to win. This is the type of move that can turn Shields’ season around, not good news for the Tigers.
Anyway, Hat Tip to Robin Ventura and James Shields and Brad Ausmus.
Tigers 4 Yankees 1
The Tigers have started this road trip off well. With Today’s 4-1 victory, they took a series in the Bronx two games to one.
Once again, Michael Fulmer was smoke balls! He hasn’t allowed a run in his last 28 1/3. Everyday Ian Kinlser had two more RBIs today giving him seven in the last two games.
This series win game without much help from Jose Miguel Cabrera and Victor Martinez.
It is off two Chicago for a series with the White Sox. Tomorrow the Tigers have a date with “Big Game?” James Shields.
August 10th, 1979
Certain days are seared into our minds as if they were branded by a cattle prod. The 10th of August, 1979, is a morning I’ll never forget. On this warm, sunny, Friday morning at roughly 10:00 am the doorbell rang. My Mom was shopping and my Dad was at work. The only ones home were the five of us kids — the boys were age 17, 15, 13, me at 10, and my sister 8. I ran to the door and opened it. I looked up; my jaw dropped. Standing on our front porch was Chester, our local barber, and Mr. Hockey, Gordie Howe.
I was born and raised in Lathrup Village, a modern day, midwestern Mayberry. Chester was one of two barbers at Wendell’s Barbershop located at the east end of our sleepy, little street. My grandfather started taking us boys there for haircuts when we needed our first ones. At least one or two of us continued patronizing Wendell’s Barbershop for the next 40 years, until Chester retired. At the opposite end of our street, the west end, with a swimming pool in the shape of a number 9, lived Gordie Howe. By August 10th, 1979, Gordie had moved out. He was living somewhere near Connecticut as he was finishing his epic career with the New England / Hartford Whalers. But, even after he moved, that house with the pool at the end of the block, was still referred to as Gordie’s house by us neighbors.
Gordie played for the Red Wings until 1971. Chester cut Gordie’s hair and the two remained friends even after Mr. Hockey left for the World Hockey Association, first to Houston then to New England. As a 10 year old kid, I had dreams of playing in the NHL and to retire one shy of all of Gordie’s records. I used to go into Wendell’s Barbershop once a month and ask Chester to give me a “Gordie Howe Haircut”. He gladly complied.
One day Chester said to me , “when Gordie comes back in town I’ll bring him over to say hello.” I’m not sure if I really believed the promise, but I appreciated the gesture just the same. The promise was fulfilled on the morning of August 10th, 1979. The visit only lasted about 10 or 15 minutes and I don’t remember a lot other than the five of us standing on the front porch staring at him in awe. He shook our hands, signed my autograph book, chatted with us graciously, and then went on his way.
As I grew older and thought about that warm, Friday morning, the magnitude of Mr. Hockey’s generosity started to sink in. The Greatest Hockey Player to ever put on a pair of skates, a guy that signed probably more autographs than anybody else I can think of, took time out of his day to say “hey” to an insignificant 10 year old kid; probably one of a million 10 year olds that were going to be the next Gordie Howe.
When Mom came home and heard the news, missing Gordie Howe by about 10 minutes, she admonished us for not displaying better manners by inviting our guests in and offering them a snack. As usual, she was right, but I don’t think any of us were thinking straight that morning.
My Mom and Dad have both passed on, both great people by any standard. As my sister was cleaning out some old boxes from their house, she found a letter of apology I wrote sometime after the 10th. It was addressed to Gordie and obviously never mailed. I was apologizing for being so rude and not inviting him in. Now, I know he never got the note.
My Father left us at the end of February this year and now Gordie Howe is gone too. The year 2016 has claimed two great men and to both I say “Thank You and I’m Sorry” (I’m sure I owed at least one to my Dad too).