Give Me A Break

If you can't win at least two of three from the Seattle Mariners at home, regardless of who they pitch, you don't deserve post season and have no business thinking about it.

Their second, third, and fourth hitters: Chone Figgins .180, Milton Bradley .216, Miguel Olivo .217. Hitting sixth, Jack Cust at .177. 

Those numbers, in tonight's box score, reflect two days of fattening their averages on Tiger pitching. 

When Justin Smoak hit a three run homer in the first inning, off Justin Verlander, I knew they were doomed and turned the game off.

So I missed the six run ninth. Five hits, a wild pitch, and the night's fourth error. Ryan Steelglove clanged one at second. It doesn't matter where he is; the ball finds him like iron does a powerful magnet. Placido Polanco (.389, one error in 57 chances this year), where art thou?

Please pray for the Tigers. Pray to St. Despairia, the patron saint of managers who have to write Ryan Raburn's name into the lineup at any position except DH.