I’m not going to write about Quintin Berry. There are already a trove of articles out there on the speedster. The horse has been beaten to death, and several blood feuds sprouted on twitter over the guy. I like watching him play. Our team is entirely lacking in the speed department, so having someone like him on the base paths from time to time is refreshing. I’ll be happy to see him get time as long as he’s hitting moderately well. But I don’t think he’s a huge piece of our team’s puzzle. If he somehow pulls a Jose Bautista and sustains the tear he’s on, I’ll be thrilled to be wrong, because that can only mean good things for the club. Wait, I said I wasn’t going to write about him. Enough.
In a moment of unbridled irony during Sunday’s rain delay, FSN was broadcasting an episode of Tigers Weekly in which preventive conditioning was discussed, specifically core work. OOPS! Both Doug Fister and Austin Jackson were sidelined with core-related injuries recently, and countless others were dropping like flies and being added to the DL rolls. Sigh. I know it’s just bad luck, and I believe conditioning coach Javier Gillett is widely respected, but still. Perhaps a little editorial prudence, guys….
With defensive woes hounding us, does anyone else find themselves bracing, cringing and tensing every time a potential double play ball is hit? It’s ridiculous for me personally. I have had to deliberately relax my muscles and tell myself to stop being such an idiot over ground balls. Let’s not sacrifice muscular health for baseball, folks. Or perhaps, in game, twitter-led yoga sessions are in order.
The whole “turning the corner” nonsense is also out of hand. Buster Olney himself tweeted about the Tigers turning the proverbial corner at least a week ago. Maybe we get above .500 before the conversation begins? Ugh. I’m not sure what people need to understand the nature of the baseball season. All of this giving up the season and proclaiming the salvation of the season every game or two is just beyond. It seems so emotionally exhausting, too. I can’t imagine vacillating in this manner all season long. By all means, people, use twitter as a place to vent, to release the angst of excruciating losses. Just don’t declare the season’s death or revival with every L or W.
Finally, if you haven’t noticed, it’s the year of the no hitter. There have been FIVE already this young-ish season. I’ll be referring to it as TYOTNH from here forward. Not an awkward acronym at all. Rolls right off the tongue. Anyway, my point here is that if this is indeed TYOTNH, we sure as shoot’n better get one from Justin Verlander (sorry, I just watched the mini-series The Hatfields and McCoys on the History Channel). I feel it would be an epic miscarriage of justice if we didn’t. I mean, this is a guy from whom you feel a no no is possible almost any given start. So, be ready for it. It’s coming. Justin’s third no hit game. I feel it. I will it. I proclaim it. I anoint him for it.