By The Heckler
Baseball Big Mouth
baseball news
Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .
The sound Tiger fans are hearing today, resonating in their heads in a repeated, pulsing fashion, is not a pleasant one. Like an elderly grandparent clinging to its last days wearing a well-used johnny shirt atop a creaky hospital bed, the beep seemingly grows louder with each passing visit.
Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .
The Detroit Tigers 2007 season is officially on life support today, kicked in to critical condition with a crushing lost last night to division-leading Cleveland. No longer can that be denied. It is time to accept the gravity of the situation — the odds against a repeated magical October this year are greatly stacked against the team, and no excuses need apply. This is a Jim Leyland team. We deal in reality, thanks (well, that, and a lot of stale cigarette smoke).
Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .
Up 5-2 in the eighth inning, the seemingly more-fallible Joel Zumaya — he, the anointed would-be closer of the team for next season by a great percentage of the fan base — coughed up the lead faster than Stimpy expelling a morning hairball. Aack!
A leadoff walk, a single, a couple of groundouts (making it 5-3) and then — disaster. A two-run bomb the opposite way by Jhonny Peralta. Bye-bye lead. Hello new ballgame. Aack!
Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .
Did you really expect the Tigers to rebound after that emotional shot? The Heckler sure didn’t — and was proven right, unfortunately. Casey Blake, the latest hero-du-jour for the Tribe, effectively pulled the plug on Detroit’s division hopes with a homerun in the 11th off Zack Miner. Coupled with the Yankees latest win (this time over the hapless Baltimore Orioles) moved their Wild Card lead to 3-1/2 with 11 to play.
Beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep . . .
How will this team change in 2008? Probably more than fans believe. The rotation is anything but set — after Justin Verlander, is anyone a lock for Opening Day next year? Jeremy Bonderman? Who says he won’t be dealt as an attractive bargaining chip? FA-to-be Kenny Rogers? Will he be back? Nate Robertson? he of the less-than-impressive eight wins? Andrew Miller? Would a year of tearing up Triple A be the worst thing for this kid, and make no mistake, he is still a kid? Jair Jurrjens? Impressive thus far, but a lock? Hardly. And don’t even bring up Chad Durbin, deal? Safe to say what we got, we got. Period. Nothing more, nothing less.
But what of the rest of the staff? How Jason Grilli stayed on the team, only Leyland knows — but what of the other middle relievers? Jose Capellan looks every bit the all-arm no-head prospect he has always been; Virgi Vasquez flat-out ain’t good enough and Zach Miner needs a more-defined role and the trio of lefties (Bobby Seay; Tim Brydak and Bubba McBride) have been up-and-down. Yorman Bazardo looks to have something, but what? And let’s not forget about Fernando Rodney’s split-season (half abysmal, half good) along with another FA-to-be, Todd Jones. Do you bring him back? Is Zumaya ready for the everyday closer role? The Heckler says no, unfortunately. As much as certain body parts pucker when Jones enters the game (and, nearly as irriating, the way Jones has attacked the media has been tiresome to say the least) I would still resign him for next year. If he wants a two-year deal, give it to him. You can always walk away from the second part.
At first, is Carlos Guillen going to take to becoming a regular there? Will Cameron Maybin be ready for the show next year, ’cause he sure wasn’t this year — and what about a left-handed outfielder? Is Timo Perez a nice story, or a long-term fix-it solution? And what about Pudge Rodriguez’ $13 million option. Are you not going to pick it up, pay him $3 to walk — only to pay someone else (not any better, really) another $8 million? That’s not much of a savings in all, not to mention what it does to the clubhouse. Say what you will about Pudge, but his heart is in the right place. Others notice that as well, no doubt.
All the more sad at the conclusion of this disappointing season, fraught with injuries the 2006 team somehow avoided, is the fact that they didn’t close out last season with a World Series Championship. You just don’t get there as often in baseball as you do in other sports — and regrettably, the Tigers are learning first hand that opportunities like that simply do not come along everyday. More often than not — for 26 out of Major League Baseball – clubs are left with what-ifs and if-only’s as the air grows cold and the Fall Classic beckons.
Looks like this year, the only way the Tigers will be there is if they luck into a ticket, thanks to a hungry Indians team closing in on their first division title since 2001.
Pay your respects while you still can, gang, while this club still has a faint heartbeat. As the baseball cliché goes . . . there’s always next year, right Tiger fans? Ask the Cubs’ fans how it’s done. They’ve made a living out of looking forward.