So Freddy Garcia wasn’t great, but his Yankee batsmen? There was no “there” there. Miggy and Mags did all the damage needed in the second and third, and of the 30 Yankees that came to the plate, six made it to first base. No Yankee made it to third. Teixeira got to second twice, once on a double, and once on indifference after a walk, because why should the Tigers care? The Yankees didn’t seem to. There is one totally cool thing that happened after Max Scherzer hobbled the anemic Yankee batters for 8 innings in that the Tigers have a really good reliever named Al Alburquerque. He’s shooting to the top with a bullet as owning one of the greatest baseball names ever. If there’s ever a gritty second basemen that comes up whose name happens to be “Ike Isotope..” No, that’s just silly.
Anyway, YUCK. We SUCKED.
Now that that is out of our system (riiiiiiiight), it’s nearing time for a getaway game at Comerica, and AJ will lock horns — or whiskers if I am allowed to mix animal metaphors — with the Tigers, who send Rick Porcello. We need some hits, boys.