This was just a mess of a game between two flawed teams. It played out like a veritable face-punching contest in some country tough man tournament. There was little technique or precision, and instead much staggering, flailing, and lurching. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, beer; bad life choices, bad player development choices, all sonically dressed with a hearty mix of cheering and jeering amidst the meaty smack of fists against domes.
Daniel Norris was decent, the offense got all the way loose, which was fun, but ugly defense and relief work all around made for a tough watch that turned toward parody as the game unfolded and the Tigers’ bullpen melted down to lose in walkoff fashion by a score of 12-11.