The Tigers tried.
I give them A+ for effort. It was a great game. One for the ages. Made all baseball fans proud.
They had the game won going into the bottom of the 10th inning. Had a one run lead. Their stud closer was in the game, and he was dealing. The Tigers avoided all the usual nonsense that comes with playing in the Hump Sack during a 9 inning game. The crowd noise, the waving hankies, the disappearing popups, superball bounces, screwy ground rules, hockey glass in the outfield walls, Hefty Sak drapes, homemade windstorms when someone opens an exit door, rug burns, the warm beer that arrives when you order from a vendor 45 seats away (one time zone), all the stuff that makes that dump the worst baseball venue in the world.
But then in the bottom of the 10th, the Movie Theater that was supposed to die, remembered it was October and Jason never dies in October.
The Glad Bag that won't go away reared it's ugly head in the form of a leadoff flare to leftfield that Ryan Raburn misplayed into a triple after losing it in the roof. Followed soon after by a routine double play ball that took a magic hop (it made Wham-O proud) and snaked beyond the reach of 2nd baseman Placido Polanco to allow the tying run to score.
And just like that, the Twins scored in the 12th and The Dome lived to kill another day.
Next victim? The Mighty Yankees. MY TEAM. A team that has been destined to win their 40th American League Pennant and their 27th World Championship this year. A team with the best record in baseball, and the best Yankee team that Steinbrenner's millions (billions?) has fielded in a decade.
I'm scared.....I am very, very scared. The Yankees couldn't handle nature's widges in Cleveland two years ago, how are they gonna handle this supernatural beast? Put New York's Cardinal Egan on the 25 man roster? Pack a couple of chainsaws in the gear bags? Give each player a tiny crucifix to wear around his neck?
I DON'T LIKE HORROR MOVIES.
Never watch 'em.
Don't wanna see one now.......So....Yankees...listen up guys....Throw the ball, catch the ball, hit the ball hard and keep your damn heads in each and every inning of every game. Win every inning, win every game.
BEAT THE NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF BLOOD AND OXYGEN OUT OF THE TWINS.....TREAT THE TWINS LIKE PROVERBIAL BASTARD STEPCHILDREN OF DIFFERENT MOTHERS......DOME BE DAMNED.
I can't think of a better team to finally send that Den of Iniquity off to the Netherworld...forever.