If you can’t stand the heat, turn off the Grilli
By Doug Hill in Doug's Dispatches,Fungoes | 2 comments
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
What were you thinking in the eighth inning Tuesday night? Was a contact folded over and you thought the scoreboard said Nate Robertson had thrown 960 pitches rather than the actual 96? In your nicotine-induced mumble did your request to Gene Lamont to “get that big right-hander up” get lost in translation? Was bullpen coach Jeff Jones in cahoots with Ashton Kutcher and he punk’d you?
Whatever the reason, in a span of just 10 pitches Jason Grilli managed to prove yet again why no lead is safe when he’s on the hill. It’s time. It’s time to sever ties with “The Hibachi” and allow some other contender to be seduced by his sturdy frame and 96 mph fastball — don’t mind that abacus that comes with him to calculate his ERA and inherited runners that score. We here in Detroit don’t need a middle-innings clone of Todd Jones. There’s only so much antacid to go around in this town!
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jon | Aug 8, 2007 | Reply
Did anyone else see Nate Robertson shove that huge tobacco ball into his mouth Monday night? Absolutely disgusting and hillarious. Is it gum wrapped in tobacco?
Ian C. | Aug 8, 2007 | Reply
It’s no defense, considering how Grilli did, but Leyland was a little bit hamstrung with Rodney having pitched two days in a row and Durbin starting tonight’s game. Why he didn’t use Zach Miner, however, baffles me.