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I’m glad we won, seriously glad we won, but I’m not taking much pleasure in it. That bases loaded golf swing strike out of Riley Greene’s is still pissing me off.

Never in doubt.

Win

Will Vest.

I didn’t want to say it I’m glad you did.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa what do the Guardians think they’re doing not having the guy pitching in the ninth pitch until he allows eight runs or something? Pull him after one batter?

I think I’m checking out for a while.

Was he golfing?

Thx Riley

Heck, no

Do something good Tork

Now I feel like heading to the bomb shelter one of the crazy people in my small town built in the 1950s.

I’d forgotten what this was like.

I saw the game started without me and I was going to sarcastically ask “where are my two runs?“ And now we already have them. At least Tork and Riley struck out so now things are back in balance.

I just clicked on the mlb.com app and the pregame show came up and Daniella was giving the parlay odds or what not, and when the Tigers were doing well, I could suffer through this, but now I just want to ask “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?“ I am in a really bad mood.

I think there’s a good chance this is on target. Was Verlander throwing as consistently hard as Skubal throws today 15-20 years ago? You can’t compare the stress on an arm back then with the stress received on an arm today. Assuming Skubal is going to produce at the elite level he has the last two years for another seven or eight years after this point is wishful thinking. He’s pretty much made it clear he’s going to the highest bidder. And the Tigers will not be in that echelon. I don’t think he’s the kind of guy who will make a home town deal. Does anybody even do that anymore?

A boot stomping on a human face forever. Roger Ebert had not yet passed away when he reviewed Battlefield Earth, and this is what he had to say about it: ”Battlefield Earth is like taking a bus trip with someone who has needed a bath for a long time. It's not merely bad; it's unpleasant in a hostile way.” This recent stretch of the Tigers is a very bad bus trip.

I might not follow this game tonight. I might do something more hopeful instead like watching L. Ron Hubbard‘s Battlefield Earth that has a 3% Rotten Tomatoes rating. I understand John Travolta weighs 300 pounds, that burned-out cities have electricity, and hangars full of jets, buried under 1,000 years of dust, not only fire up instantly but still have full tanks of gas. I need some optimism in my life.

So Cleveland doesn’t do visiting teams the courtesy of an afternoon game on a travel day, unlike the Tigers, who seem to extend this courtesy to everyone. I would just like to get the suffering over early so I can find something else to worry about this evening.

I’m not angry. I’m not fed up, but I feel worn out. There are, honestly, greater things going on in this world than the fate of a ball club can make up for. To paraphrase Bogart‘s character from Casablanca: "Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of a baseball team doesn’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.” I’m glad for the good that the team gave me this year regardless of how things turn out and I’m glad for the camaraderie we have here. And I guess that’s enough payback to make up for this hill of beans of a crazy world we live in.

Cleveland is changing pitchers with two outs to pitch to Dingler? The way this team is going they could send a position player out there and it wouldn’t make much difference.

This is getting tedious. All I do is check in on GameDay and it’s even tedious to do that. It’s like they’re cursed.

In his career against the Detroit Tigers, José Ramírez has a .306 batting average, 184 hits, 35 home runs, 128 RBIs, and 118 runs scored in 165 games, as reported by StatMuse. (I don’t know how up-to-date this is, but my guess is there’s truthiness to it).

Oh well….