Last night Tigers closer, Todd Jones, had a rough outing. This is nothing new. Todd likes to provide cardiac stress tests in the ninth inning on a regular basis, but he usually pulls it out at the last. I like Todd. He's a really great guy, not only because he does things like don a Magglio Ordonez wig and jersey and slide around on the tarp to entertain folks during a long rain delay, he also writes a semi-regular column for my favorite daily, the Detroit Free Press.
Husband and I are always hoping the audio guy at Comerica Park will start introducing Jones with a quote from Raiders of the Lost Ark. There's a moment, when, after the German plane is blown to bits, Paul Freeman as Rene Belloq turns in tight close-up and says through clenched teeth, "Jones!" Currently, we are the only fans privy to this flash of genius.
Fortunately, the rest of the team had his back, and they pulled it out in the bottom of the ninth. For the first time this season, the Tigers are at .500. Happy Birthday, honey. I arranged it specifically for you.