Rainouts May Not Bode Well For Leyland, Tigers
October 26th, 2006 by Michael StephensOne would think that the surging Cardinals would be hurt the most by the monsoons descending upon St. Louis and causing one rainout (and counting) with the Redbirds up 2-1 in the 2006 World Series.
Likewise, the Detroit Tigers, some of whom haven’t gotten a hit since the previous round of the playoffs (talking to you, Curtis Granderson), would stand to benefit from any break in St. Louis’ momentum. At least until you consider some fringe effects of this ill-timed weather system.
If Game 4 is rained out again tonight, and/or (God forbid) tomorrow, Jim Leyland may die. It’s looking like a distinct possibility. We certainly don’t wish any harm upon the Detroit manager, but with the stress of the Fall Classic escalating, and the Busch Stadium field unplayable, he’s got little to do but smoke.
“I smoked about a carton… probably the worst day of the year for my lungs,” said the unabashed Marlboro man yesterday when asked how he passed the time.
Good grief. That can’t be good for you… a fact Leyland surely knows and could not care less about. At least during games, he’s forced to sneak his smokes in between innings, due to public health codes banning cigarettes in stadiums. During rain delays, though? Watch out, lungs.
We’re not judging, but those things will suck the life out of you, pronto. Watching the victorious Tigers carry Leyland off the field after ousting New York in the ALDS, my dad exclaimed, “They better watch out or they’re gonna kill that geezer!”
The geezer, for the record, is 61, a whole six months older than my pops. He just happens to look 102. I’d take my old man in a longevity contest if it keeps raining this hard, for sure. Of course, I’m pretty sure I’d rather smoke a carton of Camels than listen to Tim McCarver call Game 4, so maybe Jim is on to something.
November 16th, 2006 at 4:09 pm
I think I’d rather have an ice cold coffee enema during a long slow root canal than have to listen to fucking Joe Buck or Tim McCarver call a baseball game. Those bastards over at ESPN have spoiled me rotten with Jon Miller and Joe Morgan.