Tigers 5, Rangers 2: Miguel Cabrera Continues To Be The Best

Pickin' machine

It's not that he's the only one who had a great night for Detroit: Doug Fister pitched an admirable and vital seven-and-a-third; swift Ajax struck three hits in the leadoff spot; Victor Martinez homered on a swing that clearly injured him; and Jhonny Peralta overcame the handicap of a perplexingly spelled name to add a solo shot of his own. But Miguel Cabrera, with his RBI double, towering home run, and fine diving stop in the ninth, was the man of the hour, because he is the man of every hour, because he is the finest fat drunk to play the game in at least a generation. Neil has already told you everything you need to know, think, and feel about Miguel Cabrera, so I won't belabour the point, but we love him. You should too, if you don't already. Love him more because of his failings, not less. Miguel Cabrera. Love him. 


Also, here is a rad picture of Yoshinori Tateyama sidewinding one in there! 

Ty Cobb predates both (i) numbers and (ii) not hating all races. 

KS

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I couldn't find a picture of Ajax being fisted, which would have summed up the game perfectly, and which I was SURE was included as a scene in The Iliad - maybe it was just my copy, which was translated by Larry Flynt - and so I was forced to just go with a picture of this majestic and regal tiger instead. Oh well. Such is life.

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