The road trip continues. 

Road trip! Beginning with the annual pilgrimage to Comerica Park. Not the hooly blisful martir for to seke, but rather to tangle with a Tiger or two. Or twenty-six.

Break's over.

It's the last series before the mid-summer break. The Athletics will want to give a better account of themselves this time around, which is enough to make me edgy. 

Six games on the road, and I'm gonna make it home....oh, never mind

This is fun. Keep it up?

It's the Yankees, it's a four game series, we're going to hit 200 comments any second now. I occasionally check in on my phone and scrolling down to the bottom is a chore.

Parker, it was agreed later, had crushed the pitch, hitting the ball exactly in its middle with the middle of his bat, so that it flew toward Dauer without any spin - a knuckleball, in short, which took a sudden and characteristic knuckleball veer at the last instant and skipped free. Tim Foli, running toward second, was the nearest witness, and he said later, "I could see the seams of the ball, so I knew what had happened. It was so strange to see a ball hit that way, and hit so hard, that I yelled 'Look out!' as it went by me. Dauer never had a chance."
-- Parker's seventh inning single off Jim Palmer to break up a scoreless tie in Game 6 of the 1979 World Series. in Roger Angell, Late Innings

Welcome to quaint, old Fenway Park.

On the road again.

Sorry baby
We call it like we see it in Chicago

All right then - the White Sox are bad.

Well the danger on the rocks is surely past

The road trip concludes.

On to Missouri!