Final Score in Auburn Hills: Tigers Smoke, Angels Fire.
Pitcher Jered Weaver lit a fire under his lethargic teammates with a display of emotion at being shown up by has-been Carlos Guillen riding a lucky jetstream of a flyball. The irony is that Guillen could have displayed an iota of class and dropped his head and just scored what would prove to be the game-winner. But instead, it being his 2nd HR of the season as he battles back from having to look at himself in the mirror each morning, Carlos Guillen held on to his lemon-scented bat and eyeballed Weaver in a one-upsmanship machismo call-out (Unlike Weaver, Carlos Guillen is a sociopathic DUI contortionist, and his bloated frame makes everyone realize he is a staggering puffy boozing headcase with nothing to live for).
Link to 2002 Carlos Guillen DUI story for those Detroit fans that have only followed baseball since their team got trendy in 2006 with Kenny Pinetar Rogers.
Well after being mocked by the scum of the earth, the unredeemable alky gutterswine that is Carlos (hic) Guillen, Jered threw high above the helmet of the next batter and was tossed from the game, raging against the dying of the light all the way to the showers.
Tempers flared because Venezuelan socialist Magglio Ordonez had decided to admire an earlier HR, hoping that the pellet shrinking into the distance will recur in the prostate of his beloved Hugo Chavez, dying in a Cuban cancer ward despite the millions Ordonez has showered on his regime.
Justin Verlander was cruising to a no-hitter with the Angels politely accommodating him. With Weaver's awakening the belly of the beast, Erick Aybar started a mini-rally with a bunt single ruled an error. He then scored from 3B on a fielder's choice when he evaded a tag near home plate by a shaken not stirred Verlander. Maicer Izturis then got a base hit that the official Comerika scorekeeper just couldn't tuck into her teabag, making it a 3-2 game. While Guillen's HR was the difference, his showboating strut cost his teammate a piece of history and that will surely destroy the morale and chemistry in Jim Leyland's clubhouse.