Drew Sharp: Fundamentals, not flash, help keep Tigers in first place
It wasn't the monstrous moonshot or the complete game shutout that put the Tigers alone in first place Wednesday, but rather the stolen base and the hard slide.
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It wasn't the monstrous moonshot or the complete game shutout that put the Tigers alone in first place Wednesday, but rather the stolen base and the hard slide.
How can anyone not enjoy this? Each day brings the potential for momentous emotional swings. One minute's fulfillment can become the next's frustration with a single swing.
It shouldn't surprise that Jim Schwartz got a little too cute on a fourth-down-and-inches call in overtime Sunday. He coaches a cute football team.
It was a classy move from a classy young man. Denard Robinson rightfully stood up and assumed responsibility for his horrendous effort Saturday night at Notre Dame Stadium. It's time that offensive coordinator Al Borges assumed his fair share of accountability as well.
If the Tigers fail in their attempt at overtaking Chicago in the AL Central, we're probably looking at the end of Jim Leyland's reign as manager. That would be a huge mistake. Leyland isn't the problem with this team.
Only two words mattered in Ann Arbor on Saturday. Who cares?
Forget about Chicago. Beat Cleveland this weekend and the Tigers might then finally convince their growing legion of skeptics that perhaps -- after teasing everyone relentlessly the past five months -- they've finally found a stride that'll endure for the duration.
It's unforgivable, in some eyes, that a team with one of the highest payrolls in the majors could start, stall and stumble with such regularity as the Tigers have this season. Those screaming the loudest want immediate answers. And if those fall short, they'll demand casualties.
"We were struggling a little and then with one swing, suddenly the game’s tied and we’re back in it. Sometimes, all it takes is one spark to ignite something. We’ll enjoy this, but (Wednesday) is another game."
When dissecting the cold corpse of a once promising season now almost certainly destined for disaster, the sixth inning at U.S. Cellular Field Monday will offer a fruitful diagnosis.
You'd think that, by now, everyone in this town would have realized that it's futile hoping for comfort from this team. Just accept the fact that they're destined to do the opposite of what you expect.
There remains the consolation, always the consolation. When steak is no longer an option, you make hamburger appear as delectable and deserving of a royal feast. Michigan's 27-point loss to Alabama on Saturday night was deflating, but it's up to the coaching staff and co-captains Denard Robinson and Jordan Kovacs to make sure this isn't debilitating.
It was Ford the fan who today told an overflow Detroit Economic Club luncheon crowd at Ford Field that last year’s enthusiasm over the Lions’ first playoff berth in 12 years was nothing compared with what would happen if the Lions won the Super Bowl.
The longer this all goes on without Hoke announcing a decision, the more likely Toussaint, at least, plays Saturday. That's fine, if that's what the Wolverines want. But then own it!
It wasn't a restful evening Saturday for Jim Leyland. He sought various opinions on whether he should sit Miguel Cabrera on Sunday as he nursed a sore right ankle. The responses were understandably mixed. "Are you crazy?" was the reaction from the pro-sitters. Of course you rest him for one game because it's late August and not late September.
If you didn't require another reminder, Friday night stamped the entire season as though it was a notary -- legitimizing that there's nothing remotely comfortable about these Tigers. They should win. They likely, eventually, will win. But, damn, they're going to make you sweat until the very end, aren't they?
If Young progresses as a playmaker, the Lions could more affordably let Cliff Avril leave next winter.
Let me confess: I have no idea whether Andrew Maxwell will play well for Michigan State this season. Nobody does.
The floor has changed in Detroit sports. It has risen, elevating the level of reasonably acceptable performances with it. Looking upon mediocrity as a vice is a challenging adjustment for a city whose fevered fans have happily savored even the tiniest acknowledgement of sporting relevance. The definition of bad has changed radically. And that's good.
The end result of Prince Fielder's ferocity was a blast, in every descriptive sense of the word. The ball ricocheted off the upper brick wall of Comerica Park's vast right-centerfield proportions, hitting just above Harry Heilmann's name among the recognized Tigers Hall of Famers.
The bullpen is the Tigers' latest panic du jour. But bullpens can just as quickly reverse course. One day's sirloin becomes the next day's succotash. A healthy arm with an even healthier level of confidence can make the difference with the snap of a curveball.
Michigan probably isn't beating Alabama on Sept. 1 regardless of Fitz Toussaint's status, but the running back should still be forced to sit. What matters is finally teaching these spoiled children of athletic privilege that their individual recklessness brings serious collective ramifications.
It has been 20 years since there has been this much anticipation regarding the dawn of a Lions' season.
There are no solace-filled losses in August as the temperature gradually rises in the playoff chase.
Soaring just as high as his latest home runs is Cabrera's American League most valuable player candidacy. He's clearly the August favorite. Sorry, Mike Trout.
"I'm not going to change the way that I play," he said Monday. "The style that we want to play is very simply 'smashmouth.' We want to hit you and keep hitting you and keep hitting you and wear you down as the game winds down."
Lions running back Jahvid Best keeps waiting for a green light that's not coming anytime soon, if at all. His career is stalled, his training camp limited to noncontact conditioning. Best can only stand around, safely removed from the clap of colliding pads and helmets.
It's forgotten that Andy Dirks hit .328 when he wasn't hobbled by hamstring and Achilles injuries this season. What does a .300 hitter in the bottom half of the Tigers' batting order do?
Second base never was the Tigers' most pressing concern this season. But Detroit is a town that feeds off obsession more than it does reality.
Many want blood for what Penn State concealed to protect its football brand. And, admittedly, I'm part of that torch-and-pitchfork posse. It's virtually impossible to separate the act of raping innocent, vulnerable children from the perverse camouflaging that went on to preserve a program's financial viability and a revered coach's legacy.
The thrust of adrenaline that made a July evening feel a little like September consumed Justin Verlander during his eighth-inning curtain call. In a five-pitch sequence, Verlander became a rising summer thermostat -- reaching 98, 98, 98, 99 and then 100. Chicago's Gordon Beckham checked his swing on the 100-m.p.h. heater. The pitch sawed off his bat.
The Tigers need starting pitching. Let me rephrase that. They need quality, experienced starting pitching. That's hardly breaking news. There are at least two dozen other teams right now lamenting over the same deficiency.
Too many top-three overall NFL draft picks finally caught up to the Lions, leaving little salary room to justly reward a third-round pick whom they've patiently nurtured into one of the top young pass rushers in the game.
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