What, you think I want to rehash last night's game? Bush was bad, League was worse. There ya go.
Nothing helped. We invoked rock stars and philosophers, and the spirit of everything that has ever troubled Detroit.
It was not to be.
Detroit's team, with so-so pitching and lefty-mashing hitting, continues to receive improved support from their realistic, but increasingly impatient, fans. The leap from awful to average sufficed last year; next year, Detroit's finicky fandom won't accept another average squad.
This week's (somewhat brief) Scout features a spate of injuries, a Johnny Mac sighting and a future Hall of Famer who may be wearing out his welcome.
On to the Advance Scout!-- Babe Ruth
Today's photograph: after a hard run to third base, here's Alex Rios taking a breather:
But they burned his brother, you know,
And they left him lying in the driveway.
They let him down with nothin'.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
-- Willie Mays
Yes. Even you, Magpie.
Her pocket-bound quarry forgotten, Alice called after the truant feline. 'O! I'm sorry, kitten! Please, come back! I'll put out a saucer of milk for you, and then we'll have tea, and when you grow up, you can have crumpets with me!' (Alice believed that kittens grew up to eat all manner of pastries, as she had once mis-heard her father saying 'Let cats eat cake.') 'Please, do return, Dinah!'