Anyway, it was great to see the Tiger’s hit again. Not so great to see them almost blow it. I would much rather see their ability to add on runs improve than just getting a bunch all at once. Give me a game of six one run innings over one five run inning any day. We can’t just get a big lead and then take it easy.

While the Tigers may be a very disappointing baseball team this year, they DO NOT DISAPPOINT when it comes to crazy drama. There’s nothing I don’t absolutely love about the Grilli comments and the grizzled bleeps in response.

Here’s the thing though. First, WDFN made some interesting points about “chemistry.” Much of the dissent about a lack of “chemistry” is coming from white players (Grilli and Inge lamenting the departure of Casey) Could this claim of chemistry be coming from disgruntled white players who now feel that the clubhouse is “too Latin?” I hope not, but that’s WDFN’s theory. It’s a very interesting take and I think it’s not without merit to consider that there may be a weird racial undercurrent to the clubhouse blues. Sad but perhaps true.

Second, for Leyand to dismiss all this as “not being the problem…it’s between the lines” is a bit naive. All workplaces have environments that change and alter productivity. If the players don’t get along, it matters. If there are crazy cliques, it matters. Though I am heartened by the fact that Leyland vows that “you wanna play (bleep)-in games? I’ll play games ever (bleep)-in games” I’m not saying that the players all have to do trust falls or drop peyote and wander the desert together (though that would be pretty cool to see), but look at the high socks issue. That was a brilliant (alright for baseball players) scheme to concoct team chemistry. And how long did it last? One game. Meh.

Third, Willis to the bullpen now? It’s all awesome and crazy. I only hope that one of the ballplayers is talking to an imaginary blond in a red dress (that’s for you Stacey).

How do you fix? Who cares sorta. This is going to be awesome. The Tigs are probably already out of the playoff hunt, but I’ll gladly trade that for a summer of tirades and clubhouse fights. Bring the chaos.

BUG. NUTS. It’s the word of the year. It hereby replaces the Pistons “That’s Bananas” of a few years back.