Coming into this afternoon’s game against the Boston Red Sox (update: down 5-0, can’t hit the Gyro), the moribund Detroit Tigers, the only winless team in baseball, only have an 18 percent chance of making the postseason, according to the math geniuses at Baseball Prospectus. (Ed. – Here’s a PECOTA prognostication, if that’s your bag.) Let’s see, 2nd highest payroll in baseball, zero victories, divide by four, carry the one … WE’RE NOT EVEN TWO WEEKS INTO THE SEASON! Sorry for shouting, but sometimes, baseball’s obsession with stats simply wears us out. No Granderson. No Zumaya. Patience is necessary.

A legit cause for concern? The early schedule was put together by Dr. Kevorkian, obviously: a weekend trip to Chicago (they were swept last weekend by the White Sox), followed by a brief respite with the Twins (unless Liriano pitches, then all bets are off), and then road trips to Cleveland and Toronto. So 5-15 isn’t out of the question. But if you’re the doomsday type, a reader has pointed out that fielding wizard Placido Polanco made an error today, his first since we were in high school devouring the only good cafeteria food there was – chicken nuggets. End of days, indeed.

Tigers fans aren’t the only ones in early season look-for-the-nearest-ledge-to-jump panic mode: the Mets lost today, are 2-4, Pedro’s hurt, Luis Castillo is excrement, and you can be damn sure if this continues, the savages at Shea will be looking to get rid of one Willie Larry Randolph.

Debunking and validating the week of crapitude (Detroit Tigers Weblog)
Game 6: MEHHHHHHHHHH (Mack Ave. Tigers)

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