Roar of the Tigers

photo by Samara Pearlstein

Tigers baseball in one onomatopoeic word: ugh.

Ugh, you guys, I don’t even have the energy. That is the face I was making for that entire 7th inning.

Bondo pitched great. He was striking guys out, and working his slider, and he appears to have killed off or at least temporarily neutralized the terrible mustache, much to everyone’s relief. He looked good and solid. He wasn’t, until the very end, trying to be overly fine with his location. He even managed to lay down a perfect bunt to move the runners over his first time up to bat.

He looked on track for a win, which of course means that everyone else had to conspire to prevent that from happening.

Why did the infield suddenly forget how to field balls? I mean, I hate to point out the obvious, but outs can still be made in foul territory. Are we sure that the Tigers know this? I know it seems basic, but are we SURE? Because, after watching this game, I am not all that sure. Cabrera did that weird flappy glove thing when a ball came his way; it ALMOST looked like he had lost sight of the ball, except I don’t think that he did. Just weird. At least Bondo managed to K that batter. It was the ball that dropped in foul territory between Carlos and Edgah, the at-bat that ended up being a walk because the out that Should Have Been did not happen, that was murder.

And the throwing error from Carlos, ugh. UGH.

Bullpen: triple UGH.

What was up with Dan Haren’s delivery, can someone explain that? It wasn’t just a hesitation; he had something that looked like a couple of freeze frames with his leg up there. I definitely do NOT remember it being that pronounced when he was with Oakland. And then on his slide step he kind of wobbles around like he’s drunk, bobbling his head up and down a little and generally looking silly. What a weird delivery. Whatever, I guess that apparently it works, and HIS infield is familiar with the game of baseball.

What was this? Was it the heat? The dry air? The… I don’t even know. Jet lag? Ugh. Ugh unto infinity.

5 Responses to “Tigers baseball in one onomatopoeic word: ugh.”

  1. Paul M says:

    May 17th, 2008 at 12:25 am

    My face was in a similar state of shock… I was sure we had that one in the catdamned bag.

    Suddenly all heck broke loose and snakes were chewing on our hamsters or the cats in the field ate them because they didn’t realize they were there to help.

    Is Zach Miner turning into Grilli? I wonder…

  2. Leslie Monteiro says:

    May 17th, 2008 at 8:45 am

    Is that a picture of you, Samara?

    I love it.

  3. Samara Pearlstein says:

    May 17th, 2008 at 11:22 am

    Mm, the Curse of Grilli, maybe? I’d believe it if we hadn’t been sucking before we shed the Grill.

    Leslie, yup, that’s the blogger. Bit distorted with the wide angle, but y’know, such is photography.

  4. Brent Nycz says:

    May 19th, 2008 at 1:18 pm

    I just noticed the purple strain in your hair. Great picture, though I can’t even muster up a face to describe the Yankees’ last week.

  5. ivantopumpyouup says:

    May 21st, 2008 at 9:04 am

    I noticed Haren had the hitch to his delivery before, so I didn’t notice it again until Rod and Mario marveled over it during the broadcast. It reminds me of some of the delivery hitches I’ve seen in Japanese pitchers.

    I’m gonna go through my tape of Game 4 of the ALCS just to compare now.

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