I don't think I've ever flip-flopped between wanting a game to restart and not wanting a game to restart as much as I did with this rainy-mess of a game. Of course you would love to erase a 9-2 deficit and forget about the whole thing, because you might as chalk that one up to a loss.
But when you suddenly score three runs to make it some sort of a ball-game, then things get interesting.
Tack on a few more to make it a two-run game, and all of a sudden you feel like you have a chance.
Of course when it was all said and done, rain couldn't prevail and neither did the Indians.
TIGERS - 11 | INDIANS - 7
W: Justin Verlander (5-4)
L: Ubaldo Jimenez (3-3)


The only thing more painful than watching the events of Sunday afternoon unfold on your smart phone is Perez's arm. Or maybe watching it unfold live on television or in person. I mean either way. Not knowing what exactly is going on, but knowing that the game is unraveling is maddening.
Let us, just for a moment, spit in the face of instant gratification.
Some nights, you can't do much. There's always things you can do differently. There's always things that could have went your way and there's always things you analyze as to what went wrong.
This lineup is good. They are not going anywhere. Figuratively of course, they will not regress or take a nose dive, or fizzle out.