“What did you think…I would do at this moment…?”
Okay, so it’s maybe not like THAT, but last night marked the culmination of what I have predicted and dreaded for months now. Last September, one dream died in Cleveland. Last night, a different kind of dream died, again in Cleveland. It’s 2:30 in the morning as I type this, but I feel that I’ve gotta say my piece now, and hopefully I won’t say something I’ll regret later (on account of it sounding mean, melodramatic, or cheesy). As a result, this’ll be a rather disorganized tribute/vent cuz I’ll probably type stuff as it enters my mind. Also, bear in mind that I had some of this content dreamed up back when I thought Pudge would be gone at the end of the ’07 season, so I did NOT come up with it all right now. Hence the length.
That lightsaber battle I mentioned after the Verlander complete game? It’s happened. Obi-Wan Kenobi has sacrificed himself so that the Rebel Alliance can have a chance at destroying the Death Star (And the whole “Evil Empire” irony is not lost on me, but it’s not one that fits this particular scenario, so I’m going to ignore it). The part that really, really sucks is that this all came about cuz no one wanted Brandon Inge. It would be like me losing my job because one of my lesser-paid co-workers couldn’t find another place of employment. I’m not blaming Brandon. Really, I’m not. I like Brandon, but if he’s gonna catch, he’s never gonna live up to the standards I have set for the position, cuz those standards get set by whomever I first observe, and, well, when the first one I observe is a future Hall-of-Famer, those standards are gonna be set pretty high. So it’s extremely likely that because of that, I’m probably gonna be rather critical towards Inge, even though I don’t really want to be. I’m just warning you. He certainly had a baptism through fire last night, though, didn’t he? Methinks the baseball gods were a little bit angry.
You should know that I’m not at all shocked that Pudge got traded. I’ve been predicting it for months. Hell, I didn’t even think they would pick the option up on his contract in the first place. However, ever since that happened, we’ve kinda been on the road to this point: The Cabrera/Willis deal, the revelation that Willis and Pudge were at one point supposed to go to the Mets, the non-trade of Brandon Inge, Dave Dombrowski’s subsequent “plan” to have Inge catch more, the awful start the Tigers got off to, Inge’s acceptance of catching, and finally the platoon. I had basically reached the point where I was just grasping at straws and hoping I was wrong. I wasn’t, but it doesn’t make it any easier. It’s like when you know someone has a terminal illness, but somehow you’re still kinda caught off-guard when they finally do die. Granted, this is several notches down on the emotional scale from that, but it’s the same kind of reaction. I do, however, feel worse than I do when my favorite team gets eliminated on any given season of The Amazing Race.
And then there are the completely selfish gripes. As bad as the trade itself was, I was unlucky enough to find out about it in the midst of, and at the same time as, a completely unsympathetic Tigers fan of a pharmacist. Ross, who apparently doesn’t care much for Pudge but never really gave me much of a reason for it, was mostly disappointed that the Tigers *only* got Kyle Farnsworth in return (And in terms of value, I totally agree with Ross. Pudge is worth at least Joba Chamberlain, if not more). I’ve always been very guarded about my opinions about any of the players, so Ross likely does not know how fond I am of Pudge. When I raised my objections over the trade itself, Ross said, “He wasn’t playing very well.” Dude, he was hitting .295. What more do you want? I just tried to remind him of where the Tigers were as a team back when Pudge first signed in 2004 and how nobody wanted to come to Detroit. He agreed with me on that point, but he definitely wasn’t sold on the idea, although in the past, I’ve said stuff that he’s initially disagreed with only to admit I was right later on. One can only hope this is one of those times (This marks one of the few occasions where I wish Dave were still around. He’s not a Tigers fan, but I think he’d be on my side in this matter). As for my other selfish gripe, well, I think you know what it is, but I’ll build up to it anyways. Not many of you may know this, but I was born ten days late. For once, I kinda wish I had been born on time. Or earlier. Because if that had been the case, I would have had tickets to an earlier home game and NOT August 9th. Now I know there is a disadvantage to having one’s birthday AFTER the Trade Deadline. Oh, I’ll still go. And I’ll still enjoy myself. Just…not quite as much (By the way, my dad’s friend the Yankees fan will be there with us, and he’ll probably be much more sympathetic than Ross).
By the way, that sense of urgency? It’s gone. If you thought I was even-keel before, I’m probably gonna be even moreso now. Because Pudge was the ticking clock. I dearly wanted the Tigers to win a World Series with him as the starting catcher. Now that that won’t happen, there’s no ticking clock anymore. The Tigers last won the World Series when I was a year old. Obviously, I don’t remember that. I barely remember the last time they had a winning season prior to 2006, and I’ve just begun to be acclimated to them being a “good” team. I went through so many years of losing seasons that it’s not that much of a stretch for me to be able to wait “one more year.” Do I still want the Tigers to make the playoffs? Yes. But it’s no longer the end of the world if they don’t. There’s always next year. And the year after that. And five years from now. By the way, I find it interesting to point out that when I was a kid, my favorite Tiger was Cecil Fielder. He hit 51 home runs for the Tigers one year, but then in 1996, he was traded to, of all places, New York. Geez, no wonder I think of the Yankees as my second favorite team. My favorite players keep getting traded there.
And now for a bit of mushy stuff. I’ve already explained my reasoning behind what first got my attention towards Pudge and what kept it there, so I’m not going to rehash it. For the most part. One thing that I appreciated is that unlike the other trades I have been witness to (Mike Maroth, Craig Monroe, Jason Grilli), Pudge was given one final interview. And it was a very nice one. He was very complimentary, very professional, and very classy, something even I never thought I’d say about him. By the way, if you want to read a much more organized and thorough tribute, Jason Beck’s got a decent one up on the Tigers website. In scientific terms, a “catalyst” is something which speeds up a reaction but is not part of the final product. With that in mind, one could argue that Pudge is truly a catalyst. He helped start the transformation of a team that lost 119 games into a perennial contender. But he will not be there to see the journey’s end, whenever that may be. However, I think he’s made an impact on this team that will last far beyond his tenure. He opened the door for guys like Magglio and Kenny Rogers by giving Detroit back a little credibility. He helped mold young guns like Justin Verlander, Jeremy Bonderman, and Joel Zumaya into some of the best pitchers in all of baseball (and in that sense, his influence will still be here for a long time to come). And he was a big part of one magical season two years ago that restored respect and dignity to the Detroit Tigers. And for all that, I thank him and he will be missed (and…I hope he still kicks ass and that the Tigers make the postseason in spite of the trade and not because of it).
So what happens now? Well, I think it’s time for me to take a break from this for a little while. It’s something that I’ve been kinda thinking about for quite some time now, ever since I realized that sometimes, I just don’t have a lot to say about a certain game (you’ve probably already picked up on certain days where I really was searching for at least three sentences about the pitching or the offense or whatnot) but up until now I’ve been reluctant to skip a post. Am I still a diehard, true-blue Tigers fan? You bet. Am I still going to watch the games? Absolutely, although with all due respect, I’ll probably skip the Labor Day game. I’m sure you’ll understand. The Total Amateur Analysis will be back soon enough, just on a part-time basis. This time, I’ll probably only comment on games where I have something substantial to say. And besides, who knows? Something may happen in today’s game that I want to talk about, so this break may not last all that long. It just depends. Also, starting sometime around August 9th (It may be the 10th, due to the game), the Total Amateur Analysis will shift into Olympic mode for a couple weeks, so the reports will be on either Olympics, baseball, both, or neither, depending on the day. In the meantime (and by “break,” I might mean just a week or so), I might drop in with just everyday personal stuff, or I might gripe some more. By the way, I’m sticking with the profile picture of Pudge for the next few days, at least. I’m not quite ready to hand the reins over to Verlander just yet.
This is the Total Amateur Analysis signing off…for now. I’ll be back soon. I promise.
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