I’m still processing the Lions 31-30 win over the Cowboys on Sunday. I had a friend over, in the genre of “first time over at the house,” so the first half of the game was spent in that “don’t want to freak the guy out over my sports fandom*” zone. Discussions about kids, mundane life stuff, etc.
But as the game went on, we were drawn in by one player: Calvin. Now, I’d seen multiple 200 yard + games by Megatron. It’s bizarre when a player is so great that spectacular performances are actually trivial. But our appreciation was muted: the performance, 329 yards, the *real* NFL record (Flipper Anderson got 30 of his yards in overtime, so in reality, Calvin has the record) for yards by a receiver in one game, was about to be spoiled by a Lions loss.
Then, “The Comeback of 2013″ happened. I let out a whoop so loud that I scared the poor girl that is living in our home to study english, who has no idea about football or even ridiculous sports fandom (she thought they had lost, and had to be told later that they had in fact won, based on my battle cry at the end).
But the comeback was special, beyond getting us a needed win, because it allowed Calvin’s historic day to actually be appreciated sans any caveats. Frankly, the Lions, as a team, didn’t deserve to win, but Calvin Johnson, the player, did.
And Monday, as I sit and read Grantland and other various sports media, and how they gush and gawk about our brilliant receiver, and I see famous athlete twitter accounts like Lebron James shout out praise of the highest order, it struck me:
He’s back. Barry Sanders.
No, not literally. But I mean, the PHENOMENON, the thrill of having a player that is on another level from everyone else, that is back.
If you remember watching Sanders, you remember how every game was a potential thrill, because he was probably going to do something you hadn’t seen before. With Sanders, it was those brilliant runs, the type you see Reggie Bush do now, but with even more skill. With Calvin, it’s those giant hands, leaping, impossibly high, clutching, grabbing, snagging, with perfect timing, footballs out of the sky, defenders all around. The catches Calvin makes are works of art. The lob to the middle of the field with 6 minutes left in the 4th quarter, when the Lions were down ten points and looking defeated, was probably the prettiest catch of the day. Two defenders on each side, everything had to work in perfect order for the catch to happen. The leap. The extension of the arms. The catch itself. Pulling the ball in. It’s a machine of irreducible complexity, right down to how both defenders bounced off the 6’5” frame like pinballs.
Calvin’s growth into this extremely rare, once in a generation status was slower than Barry’s. Barry was pretty much instantly Barry. Literally from carry number one. Calvin showed his talent early, too, but the Lions were so bad, with quarterback play so hideous, that even his considerable raw talent wasn’t enough.
Megatron made “the leap” in 2011, when the Lions had a magical year. In particular, games against the Vikings and.. you guessed it, the Cowboys (after a similar “bulletin board” type incident occurred: Rob Ryan saying Johnson would be the #3 receiver for Dallas) would open people’s eyes beyond Detroit. And he proved it wasn’t a one season fluke last year, having an eye-popping season of over 1900 yards receiving.
One can only hope the Lions continue to have success this year, and take their solid 5-3 record into a playoff berth. Sports fans deserve to see this man play in bigger and better games. Think about the thrill of seeing Justin Verlander toe the slab in huge playoff games this past three years. We’ve only seen Megatron in one playoff game so far.
Let’s hope that, unlike the player I am now comparing him too, Johnson has more playoff opportunities.
*which, to be fair, is a borderline mental illness.
Well, that sucks.
Ok, a lot didn’t. The fine folks at Bless You Boys are fighting the good optimistic fight and I love that about them, but deep down everyone is feeling the same way: bummed out.
And that is a good thing.
Let’s remember that Tiger baseball used to mean trying to hold off 100 losses, not trying to hold off resurgent east coast playoff teams. So yeah, we’ve risen the bar, and with the good comes the bad.
I didn’t really make any per se, but I did make a post lashing out at the Papa Grande experiment. Then Rob over at ByB posted a good rebuttal, and I sheepishly had to eat some crow when he initially performed well, and I even wrote a post owning up to it.
Except, I was right. All along.
The wheels came off for Papa, and we definitely squandered a few games while we figured out our bullpen situation. Enough to secure homefield advantage and therefore perhaps prevent the Ortiz grand slam? Maybe not, but it is this kind of “in the box” thinking (we MUST have an experienced closer(tm)) that bugged me about Jim Leyland in his latter years with the Tigers.
So I’m relieved, but saddened, that the guy who I named this blog after is not the manager anymore. Of course we owe Leyland a great deal for restoring Tiger baseball. But I think he knew and recognized what some of us did: he was running out of energy to do the job. Kudos to Jim for knowing when to bow out. He did a great job. He’ll be a great help to the organization in whatever role they have for him.
Anyway, let’s hope that the future Tiger skipper isn’t afraid to pull the trigger quickly on certain roster decisions, even for a beloved, veteran player, and let’s hope whoever takes over can manage to inspire Prince Fielder.
Note: I originally posted this as a fanpost over at Bless You Boys. Since I actually, you know, have my own blog, I thought it should also go here:
Deflation. Dejection. Depression. This was the end of the 2006 regular season for Detroit Tiger fans. A magical summer spoiled by a team that sleepwalked through a huge division lead, backing into the playoffs as a wildcard.
Granted, we were happy to be in the show at all. But due to our slide, our matchup wasn’t at all favorable. It was the mighty New York Yankees, the sultans of swat. Jim Leyland said it best when he described their lineup as “Murders Row and (Robinson) Cano.”
Indeed, the Tigers would be heavy underdogs, having lost five straight games at home to end the season, while the Yankees featured a lineup in which every player was a current of former all star. To make matters worse, the Tiger’s ace that year, Kenny Rogers, was well known for his post season struggles. In every way possible, whether you believe in advanced metrics, old fashioned scouting, or just “gut feelings,” the Tigers had almost no chance.
Game one of the series only served to prove the point, as the Tigers fell 8-4. With an easy victory flowing smoothly into the Tiger’s late season collapse, the mood of the fanbase was grim. Surely next year was being thought of, and the kind of moral victories one imagines for their team when doom is certain, which was easy to do for this Detroit club: after all, nobody expected them to be here.
Game two was different. Featuring a fireballing but still very raw Justin Verlander, who would win rookie of the year, the Tigers battled back to win 4-3 after falling behind 3-1 on future Tiger but current Yankee Johnny Damon’s three run blast. Hope was rekindled, but, at least for this author, it only ensured the series wouldn’t be a pathetic sweep. There might have been some fight in these Tigers, but the next pitcher to toe the slab would be a man famous for late season meltdowns. I, and the fanbase, would await game 3 with much apprehension.
I can clearly remember that cold, crisp Friday night. I was still living in Ohio, and I drove to my friend’s house near Perrysburg, hometown of manager Jim Leyland, to watch the game. An early omen? Listening to the radio broadcast and hearing our old friend Ernie Harwell call a few innings. I distinctly remember Ernie’s light southern accent, describing the “native of Georgia, Kenny…. Rogers.” Ernie’s words acting as a blessing from baseball royalty, Kenny responded by pitching a strong first few innings.
Settling in and watching the rest on my friend’s comically old television (it might have also displayed the 1987 playoff run, it was so old), it became clear that this was a different “Gambler.” Pumping his fists after key outs, Rogers and the fans were fired up, and he did not give up a single run. We’d win this one 6-0, but it felt like a tighter, 3-0 game, and Rogers would win his first postseason game in his long career.
Hope? Maybe. I can’t speak for all Tiger fans, but while I was excited that my team was up 2-1, it just didn’t seem real. This was the freaking New York Yankees. Remember: this was before Alex Rodriguez became a shell of himself, and a similar Yankee team would win a World Series in 2009.
I can remember pacing around my house, watching Jeremy Bonderman throw over five perfect innings while our offense chipped in with timely hits. Run after glorious run, the scales were falling off of my eyes: The Tigers were actually going to do it. They weren’t going to just make the postseason for the first time in my “sports” life (I was too young to remember or appreciate the 1984 and 1987 teams), but they were really going to win a series! Against the hated Yankees, no less!
And the Detroit fanbase felt the same way. I’m not sure I could ever recall a more delirious audience, and the energy was enough to power Comerica Park by itself. With each passing inning, the stone of our David was hurtling towards New York’s lumbering Goliath, and soon, with the 9th inning over, it struck. The giant fell. The Yankees were defeated. Our season, thought to be something of a cute joke now spoiled, was validated. And we, and the rest of the world, understood: Detroit baseball had changed.
Sometimes it is a tricky thing to give credit where it is due in team sports. But there was no doubt in Detroit on that cold Saturday who was to be personally thanked for the Michigan baseball renaissance. Though he would laugh and scoff at this, the credit correctly went to Jim Leyland, the new Tiger manager, who turned, in his words, “talent into a team.” Whenever I think about that scene: Comerica rocking, the players going crazy, I think about who they turned to first: Jim. I think about how they hoisted him up on his shoulders, carrying him around. And isn’t it appropriate? Leyland IS David. He’s five foot nothing and weights not much more than the pack of marlboros he smokes. He had a ten minute professional baseball career, batting nothing. Leyland isn’t a great athlete, nor is he a stat crunching computer. Leyland’s like you. Like me. He’s us.
Yet I also think about myself: my parents were with us, in our house, and watching that game. The glorious Tiger baseball rebirth was all the more special because I was sharing it with my family, and especially my father, whom I have to “blame” for my Detroit sports fandom (for better or worse!). The energy in the ballpark transmitted precisely into my home. We were just as pumped, just as excited. We left the house immediately, headed to our favorite little Italian restaurant, and drank wine and pasta, toasting our beloved Tigers. It remains one of my most treasured baseball memories, and seeing Leyland hoisted on those shoulders would remain my favorite memory of him.
“Wait till you see this guy we got at Toledo,” Dad would say. “He throws a million miles an hour, he’s unhittable! Once we get him up to the show, we’ll be lights out!”
Growing up a Tigers fan in the miserable 90s, you had to hold on to any kind of hope you could, and a common hope was The Great Starting Pitcher To Come(tm). There seemed to be a slew of these, all the way until 2005 when Justin Verlander came on the scene (his stats weren’t great in his first stint, but everybody knew he’d be the man, and in 2006, his rookie year, he proved everyone right).
Let’s take a look at some of the great hopes of the past that didn’t quite work out.
*cue time machine*
1996: Justin Thompson
Thompson, at least to my memory, seemed the most “sure” of the bunch. He had good stuff, and went 15-11 with a ~3 ERA in 1997, and was well on his way to becoming at least a solid #3 or #2, if not an ace. But he virtually disappeared, first in a trade, then to injuries. He did, however, appear in the legendary Roger Clemens 20 strikeout game, called here on ye olde PASS by Ernie Harwell and Jim Price:
Just as Justin Thompson was beginning to flame out in 1999, the Tigers had their next “potential Ace.” Even though I have more fond memories of Justin Thompson as a sure thing, this pitcher actually did a bit more in his career as a Tiger. The problem, though, was that he was pretty unlikeable. His name, of course, was Jeff Weaver.
In some ways, Weaver had some similarities to our actual, current ace. Weaver had a nasty, competitive attitude, and a real swagger. The problem, however, is while Verlander mostly keeps this bottled up, Weaver couldn’t seem to control his emotions. He’d get mad at umpires and show them up, and then the hits would start coming. He never achieved the consistency we’d see with Verlander, and he also had the ill fortune of playing on, of course, many awful Tiger teams in the Randy Smith era. Additionally, there was a nasty incident involving him and Matt Anderson, a relief pitcher, smoking weed on the Tiger’s chartered plane, in which both pitchers were accused of treating a flight attendant poorly.
All in all, it made perfect sense for new Tigers general manager and president Dave Dombrowski to use Weaver as a tool to help rebuild the Tigers, sending him off in a multiple team trade that would land the Tigers Jeremy Bonderman.
One sad post script for Tigers fans was seeing Weaver assist the Saint Louis Cardinals in winning the world series against the Tigers in 2006. He’d be out of baseball in just a couple of years, however, with his equally annoying but much better pitcher brother, Jered Weaver, anchoring the Anaheim Angels staff as their true ace.
Finally, we came to one, last, “next big thing.” No, not Jeremy Bonderman. I never really considered him a potential ace, and by the time “Bondo” was beginning to establish himself as a good starter, Verlander was well on his way to being an ace for real. Nope, we’re talking about…. Nate Cornejo.
The hardest part about Nate Cornejo is remembering that he was a next big thing at all. He never really established even a hint of dominance in the majors, his best year actually being the infamous 2003 campaign. He avoided losing 20 games like Mike Maroth (who deserved better), but had a strikeout rate so ludicrously low, that any sustained success in the majors would prove impossible. You don’t have to be Max Scherzer and K a bazillion guys per year to be successful, but you *do* have to miss *some* bats to succeed, and Nate just couldn’t do it. He’d wash out in 2005, and would soon be out of the majors entirely.
Finally, there are some “honorable mentions.” Remember Kenny Baugh? This was a Randy Smith pick that didn’t even make the major league club. A shoulder problem probably made Tiger brass cautious, and he was traded before he even got a shot despite solid minor league numbers. He’d injure his shoulder again, basically ruining his major league career.
As you can see, finding a true ace is very hard. The Tigers currently have four guys that could claim the “Ace” title, particularly Sanchez and Scherzer, but you have to remember that those guys, and of course Doug Fister, were all acquired by trades and not homegrown. And Rick Porcello, who has certainly proven himself to be a reliable major league starter, is yet another example of a guy thought to be the next “big thing” that is still trying to make that big leap, though Kid Rick is already doing better than most of the folks I mentioned in this article!
- Who is the Ace of the 2013 Tiger Pitching Staff? (displacedtigersfan.wordpress.com)
So yeah, this is made worse by my infrequent posting here, but you’ll see just a post or two down from this one a post ridiculing Bless You Boys for suggesting bringing back Papa Grande. Which we did. To, so far, spectacular success. But, hey, who knew the guy had another 2-3 mph to add to his slowing fastball (losing some weight and adding a windup seemed to help), and he seems to have found his splitter. So great!
It’s totally OK to be wrong if it means the team we love is playing better, so it is all good. Heck, last year I wrote a post declaring this team to be, well, “not a good baseball team.”
Oddly enough, I was weirdly justified despite making it to the world series. Which sounds nuts, except:
1. Our division was awful.
2. Our playoff opponents were kinda weak sauce. The A’s were a scrappy bunch, but didn’t rate, while the Yankees were built with a bunch of aging parts- in some ways, the Yanks were like my old 2000 Ford Windstar van now: still hanging in there and performing well, but at *any point* the wheels could come off and the whole thing blows up.*
3. The Giants were the exact time the Tigers were not: a slick fielding, quick on their feet all around good *Baseball Team.* Of course, if Prince and Miggy hit tons of bombs and the starters pitch like they did, it wouldn’t matter (hence why I don’t entirely disagree with the Earl Weaver-esque construction of the current squad). But the bombs didn’t come, so we bombed.
Anyway, happy to be wrong, for now, about Papa. I always liked him anyway. And I certainly haven’t been wrong about other stuff I suspected would be the case, which is:
1. Anibal Sanchez being terrific. Look back a few more posts and you’ll see me get RIPPED by some internet yahoo over that Infante/Sanchez deal. If I can laugh at myself for getting some stuff wrong, I can pat myself back for being REALLY DARN RIGHT.
2. The offense is clearly better. Better production from the bottom. More consistent production from the top. Just a better offense. Sweep by Anaheim aside, we shouldn’t see too many long funks this year.
*let’s hope my car, while not my primary vehicle anymore, still has at least a year left in her!
Valverde = not super accurate, dead arm, doesn’t miss bats.
Rondon = not super accurate, live arm, misses bats.
In all seriousness, we are now going through the predictable exercise of “Rondon didn’t pitch perfect OH NO.” It is understandable and predictable (although the Lynn Henning HE IS FAT thing was not expected- Henning reminds me of my late grandmother, a lovely woman, but one who always seemed a little overly worried about people’s waistlines!). Let’s not freak out about Rondon just yet. It is still March 3, with plenty of spring training. Besides, I’m a true believer in the old “closers are overrated” anyway, as last year’s playoff run should have taught us.
Am I amenable to a veteran reliever being nabbed if Rondon does really really bad as March, um, “Marches” on? Sure. But now is not the time.
Sigh, and I see that Victor Martinez has become the Matthew Stafford of baseball for the Detroit fanbase: everyone worries about an injury. Tons of trolls on Detnews.com saying stuff like “it is all downhill from here” and the like.
Of course, I’m not one to bash fans to much- as I’ve said before on this blog- passionate fans are going to act like this and it is OK. But hopefully we can all take some chill pills and enjoy the return of “fake” baseball- we can act irrational all we want once the games count🙂
Yes, this Rob Rogacki item is pure hit trollin’, but let’s play along:
No, Rob, we don’t want Jose Valverde back.
No, just. NO.
This problem is kinda a weird, reverse version of the argument the sabre guys use against closers: Valverde’s success, even in 2011 when he was “perfect,” is in large part due to the closer myth, and not as much based on pitching acumen as you’d like to believe.
The argument goes like this: a “closer” is a mythical position because any decent pitcher is going to have a decent chance of not getting any runs scored when they open an inning with nobody on base. Period. There are good arguments to be made that setup guys, who are often brought in with guys on base, are more valuable. This is why Billy Beane uses “whoever” in the role, and if that person becomes a star, they get shipped off (because their value is overestimated).
Jose Valverde was the poster child, in my view, for this effect. He got a nice contract from the Tigers due to his reputation as a good closer, though his stats have always been middling. It was a good signing, of course. He performed well for Detroit. But here is where we have to dispense with stats now, and use common sense:
Whatever Valverde’s numbers actually were last year (and they could NOT have been great), anyone who actually watched more than a few Tigers games last year (and I watched almost every single one that MLB.tv had, plus the national broadcasts, yes- I’m “that guy”) noticed that Valverde’s stuff just wasn’t great. Even when he was “fine,” that is, didn’t walk dudes, didn’t get in trouble, he looked *very* hittable. He quite simply was a different pitcher than 2010 and 2011. His fastball was a weak (for a closer), 92 mph flatliner that begged “hit me a mile!” and the splitter, his “movement” pitch that made his fastball (which used to sometimes hit 97!) effective just flat out disappeared from this arsenal.
So yeah, we went to the World Series and I didn’t even write about it.
Of course, part of this requires some explanation: I started this blog when I was unemployed, and had a ton of free time. Happily. very shortly after I regained said employment… not only that, but said employment had me literally working across the COUNTRY (while my family stayed behind) for the whole summer (the reason I was able to attend a Tigers game at Fenway in Boston), and the world series happened to also coincide with my return to my job’s “homebase” somewhere in the middle of the United States.
So yeah, I was enjoying my family and so forth, so blogging time went down.
Unlike other blogging I’ve done, however, people actually do read this stuff, and the Tiger community is pretty responsive, so I’m going to keep it up, even if it sucks (that is, weeks/months between posts).
So let’s recap 2012:
We needed more hitting. That’s the Occam’s Razor.
Unlike the Lions, who also had a easy to see weakness going into their 2012 season (secondary) but did virtually nothing to fix it (they actually had worse players back there, not better ones), the Tigers markedly improved their offense in the following ways:
1.Victor Martinez coming back, that was easy.
2. Tori Hunter batting in the 2 hole (most likely). Huge upgrade.
3. Full season of Omar Infante.
4. Bonus: possible bounce backs for Avila (decently likely) or Boesch (not going to happen, but we can dream eh?).
As to the pitching, it was awesome and remains awesome. Getting Sanchez back was ridiculous. So now the trade Dombrowski pulled seems very much worth it. Also great to see players basically giving the Tigers the last shot, as opposed to running the heck out of dodge. So much has changed with Tiger baseball in the past decade. Players go there and stay there for baseball excellence now. No more overpaying to desperately get decent players to stay.
Central Division: still kinda sucks. Actually like the Royals moves (I KNOW) because, like the 2005 Tigers, they are attempting to overpay to put a real time that their fans can enjoy on the field. But all in all, yeah, we got this, I think. Not saying it’ll be easy, but we should have this- even if it takes until September 26th again.
Also, as a Detroit sports fan, the desire for Tiger ball is at an all time high because the Lions stink, the Pistons are playing ok (but I’m not a huge NBA fan) and the Red Wings, are other cherished, elite level team, is mired in a stupid NHL lockout. So yeah, bring on baseball, PLEASE!
One of the consequences of working almost 24 hours a day for the past several months is that blogging takes a backseat, and twitter takes over (easy to sneak tweets in while working,* but you can’t, of course, blog). So I haven’t been able to write as much about the Tigers as I’d like.
But, of course, when your team takes the central crown for the second straight year, you HAVE to talk about it🙂
What a year- ups and downs. As is now being said everywhere, “not a dream season….”
But not so fast.
It can still be a dream season. It already is, of course, a successful one (ultimately nobody cares about the crappy record, its the division title that counts in history). Our boys will have to find a gear that they haven’t shown this season yet. Fortunately they showed signs off that gear during the home stretch, when they went 9-4 to bury the White Sox, who also obliged with a lovely death spiral. I saw harder nosed play and better defense, but I also saw some of the same stuff that will prevent us from getting to even 90 wins.
But none of that matters right now. Celebrate! Back to back division titles are difficult to achieve, and our boys got it done🙂
*Not that I have to defend myself, but it IS possible to work hard and tweet about Tiger baseball at the same time🙂
First off, I’m definitely not new to the Tigers blogging scene.
I’m a long time reader of Detroit Tigers Weblog. Once Bilfer left, I started looking for a new home (though they do post game threads there still), so obviously Bless You Boys was the obvious choice. ByB is a great blog. The daily updates are great. The game recaps are terrific. They have fans who contribute great stuff (I even did once!). It is obviously the home of Tiger fandom on the internet, outside of the actual MLB website. They do a great job there.
But hey, nothing wrong with a little criticism eh? Here goes:
The one thing I don’t like about ByB, and really this is a problem across the internet (and to be honest, I do not know how to solve it) is that they have a few unwritten rules, and those who violate them are ridiculed by the “regulars,” and sometimes even the ByB staff themselves. Actually, it is just one rule:
1. Never, ever criticize Jim Leyland. EVER. Managers don’t matter, he is never the reason why they lose games. (<—- obviously hyperbole on my part but you get the point)
If you critique Leyland even in a reasoned why, the commenters at ByB are going to jump all over you. I also noted that Kurt, commenting on the guy who had a “fire Leyland!” poster (which Miguel Cabrera hilariously stole), said that he “didn’t appear to be a big fan.” Now, the fan might have been a douche. But “not a big fan?” He goes to a Tiger game in Chicago, makes a sign, gets there early enough… ugh. I just don’t get it. The guy, in the video, was being kinda jerky but I do not recall hearing any swearing or truly foul insults. My goodness, these guys are paid millions of dollars, I think a fan should be able to heckle as long as its clean language.
It seems like what the ByB crew wants is Tigers Fan Zen. You must not get too fired up about the Tigers. You can’t get mad when they do bad! You can’t get frustrated when they blow leads! Serenity now! Serenity now!
And if you violate that, you are called an “mlive commenter.” Now, c’mon. I think there has to be a middle ground betweeen BAD GRAMMAR ALL CAPS D00000000000D and a normal, regular fan who is skeptical when a team has a massive payroll, is designed to score a zillion runs, and doesn’t. I do not think it is unreasonable foaming at the mouth mob behavior to say, “why doesn’t Quintin Berry play over Boesch* sometimes?” or “Why the heck did Don Kelly get to play at first base today?”
*Late edit: and wouldn’t you know it, Boesch finally rode the pine. And we won more games.