(How cheesy is it to use an Eminem line when talking about a Detroit ballplayer? Very cheesy indeed.)
Verlander. One tough act to follow, no doubt about it.
Not only is he funny and sweet and humble, he also won 20+ games, went to the ALCS and then won the American League MVP today, backing up his Cy Young Award win last week. First pitcher to do it since 1986. (Cue the googly eyes.)
Whoa. Whew. And other expressions of surprise and admiration that begin with “W”.
Congratulations to Justin and the Tigers and the city of Detroit and Marshall Mathers, III, while we’re at it. And Chrysler. And Ford. Actually, not Ford. They make hideous cars. Just Justin and the Tigers.
But can I just get all critical here, though, and suggest how mega-ly dramatic this all would have been a red carpet show? I think I’ve said this before. In fact, I’m sure I have. But really, picture it. Baseball players in wonderful silver suits and funny presenters- like, yes, myself- and major drama, camera-cutting-from-face-to-face as the announced the award winners.
Some crocodile tears wouldn’t be too bad either.
And hey, if you can get someone who happens to be Jennifer Lopez to wear a sparkly bodysuit and drive around in a weird car on stage? That’s even better.
But why or why or why do the Rangers insist on Neftali starting and then put a knife to his back and make him pretend to like it (looking at you, Jon Daniels Knife Bearer)? Speaking of drama.