Let's grab a movie, said Maggie. She was eyeing the selections offered by our local Redbox. If we don't watch the Tigers, we won't miss anything . . .
I concurred. So, by a vote of 2-0 -- which sounds like the final score of a recent Tigers game, them losing -- baseball was replaced as the evening's entertainment by "The Iron Lady." The former prime minister of Great Britain, that is. I thought my Maggie was the real Iron Lady.
We enjoyed the film, and going back in time to the 80s. And we didn't miss a thing on the baseball field. More good Tiger pitching wasted, another unacceptable offensive night.
Drew Smyly allowed one run in six innings. His mates scored one run. As if to tell the pitchers: okay, there's your run, make it stand up.
They didn't. Luke Putkonen gave up a double and a single in the seventh. Since Tiger hurlers now have to pitch no-hit ball to have a shot at winning, he ended up with the loss.
The offense that was supposed to carry the Tigers to the big October dance, that instead has them at 15-15 and two games out in the AL Central, managed only four singles and a double off Mariners starter Jose Vargas.
Let's get something for tomorrow night, said the Iron Lady, burrowed under the blankets. Something with Julia Roberts in it? Or maybe a Nicholas Sparks book ... ?
I used my veto power to silence any further discussion of chick flicks. The Tigers are going to Oakland, and we get to see Hinge in Athletics green and gold.
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