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TIGERSTIGERSTIGERSTIGEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRS!!!!
What a fucking game.
The Tigers and the Giants scored back and forth for a while - Giants up 2-0, Tigers tie it and add a couple (with the first run coming on a homer from Rondell White), Giants tie that and make it 4-4 for a while, then they add a run in the eighth, then the Tigers tie it at 5-5.
Then Troy Percival takes the mound in the ninth. He lets a couple guys on, then gets locked into this crazy at bat with Pedro Feliz. Feliz fouls off absolutely everything Percy can throw at him, and the at bat goes on and on and reminds me of the one Millar had a couple nights ago. Then, eleven or twelve pitches in, Pudge trots up to the mound and has a nice little conference with poor Troy, who then strikes Feliz out on the very next pitch. (The crowd just exploded, it was so awesome.) Then he strikes out Yorvit Torrealba (heh, sorry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ealasaidh). And THEN he - gives up a punch-in-the-stomach three run homer to Todd Linden.
8-5. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
But WAIT! There's MORE!
Bottom of the ninth. Dmitri grounds out. Rondell gets on base. Pudge gets on base. Craig Monroe hits a sac fly, which gets Rondell home. The Giants can't really be bothered to try and stop him, because they're still up by two. Likewise, they do not care when Pudge casually steals up to second, because now they'll just win 8-6 with a guy stranded at second instead of first.
Two down. Chris Shelton at the plate. Chris has not gotten the memo that the Giants are passing around, and Chris cheerfully gets a two-run homer.
Wait! Wait! Are we really and truly TIED AT EIGHT now? Yes, yes we are. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Jamie Walker pitches in the tenth and gets rid of 'em 1-2-3.
Bottom of the tenth starts with Omar Infante flying out. Then Brandon Inge singles. And here comes Placido Polanco, the new guy, the guy we got for Ugie, just here a week, brought in especially for his bat. Placido would like very much to make a good impression. Scott Eyre throws him a big fat gift, and Placido makes his impression with a two-run homer.
. . . . TIGAHS! CHRIS! JAMIE! PLACIDO! OH MY GOD! 10-8 10-8 10-8!!!!!!
Best part of the ecstatic Tiger celebratory jumping up and down in a group at home - as Placido rounds the bases, Dmitri kneels down and brushes off the plate for him. LOVE.
Oh, and as if the crazy joy of this game weren't enough? THE TIGERS ARE NOW AT .500! They have been fighting their way there for weeks and now they have made it. I am so proud.
I would also like to thank the Red Sox for smacking the shit out of the Pirates and winning 8-0, so that I felt comfortable more or less ignoring them in favor of the very suspenseful Tigers game, because by the time the Tigers game got crazy, the Sox game was pretty much over. And as a bonus, well, they smacked the shit out of the Pirates and won 8-0. Yay!
We're just going to go right ahead and pretend that the Astros did not get wiped out 7-1 by the Royals, and that the Astros bullpen did not choose today to suck at life.
TIGERS. AND RED SOX. AND LOVE.
What a fucking game.
The Tigers and the Giants scored back and forth for a while - Giants up 2-0, Tigers tie it and add a couple (with the first run coming on a homer from Rondell White), Giants tie that and make it 4-4 for a while, then they add a run in the eighth, then the Tigers tie it at 5-5.
Then Troy Percival takes the mound in the ninth. He lets a couple guys on, then gets locked into this crazy at bat with Pedro Feliz. Feliz fouls off absolutely everything Percy can throw at him, and the at bat goes on and on and reminds me of the one Millar had a couple nights ago. Then, eleven or twelve pitches in, Pudge trots up to the mound and has a nice little conference with poor Troy, who then strikes Feliz out on the very next pitch. (The crowd just exploded, it was so awesome.) Then he strikes out Yorvit Torrealba (heh, sorry
ealasaidh). And THEN he - gives up a punch-in-the-stomach three run homer to Todd Linden.8-5. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
But WAIT! There's MORE!
Bottom of the ninth. Dmitri grounds out. Rondell gets on base. Pudge gets on base. Craig Monroe hits a sac fly, which gets Rondell home. The Giants can't really be bothered to try and stop him, because they're still up by two. Likewise, they do not care when Pudge casually steals up to second, because now they'll just win 8-6 with a guy stranded at second instead of first.
Two down. Chris Shelton at the plate. Chris has not gotten the memo that the Giants are passing around, and Chris cheerfully gets a two-run homer.
Wait! Wait! Are we really and truly TIED AT EIGHT now? Yes, yes we are. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Jamie Walker pitches in the tenth and gets rid of 'em 1-2-3.
Bottom of the tenth starts with Omar Infante flying out. Then Brandon Inge singles. And here comes Placido Polanco, the new guy, the guy we got for Ugie, just here a week, brought in especially for his bat. Placido would like very much to make a good impression. Scott Eyre throws him a big fat gift, and Placido makes his impression with a two-run homer.
. . . . TIGAHS! CHRIS! JAMIE! PLACIDO! OH MY GOD! 10-8 10-8 10-8!!!!!!
Best part of the ecstatic Tiger celebratory jumping up and down in a group at home - as Placido rounds the bases, Dmitri kneels down and brushes off the plate for him. LOVE.
Oh, and as if the crazy joy of this game weren't enough? THE TIGERS ARE NOW AT .500! They have been fighting their way there for weeks and now they have made it. I am so proud.
I would also like to thank the Red Sox for smacking the shit out of the Pirates and winning 8-0, so that I felt comfortable more or less ignoring them in favor of the very suspenseful Tigers game, because by the time the Tigers game got crazy, the Sox game was pretty much over. And as a bonus, well, they smacked the shit out of the Pirates and won 8-0. Yay!
We're just going to go right ahead and pretend that the Astros did not get wiped out 7-1 by the Royals, and that the Astros bullpen did not choose today to suck at life.
TIGERS. AND RED SOX. AND LOVE.
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That was a CRAZY win! I think I went through every emotion possible-- hope, despair, rage, glee, all of it in the space of a couple of innings. Wow. Thanks, Ugie, for forcing us to trade you so quickly!
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