September 27, 2003
There's something a little beautiful about this. Heading into tonight's game the Detroit Tigers were sitting on a record of 41-119, one loss away from matching the 1962 Mets' modern record for losses in a season (second only to the legendary 1899 Cleveland Spiders). This record looked all but tied with the Tigers down 8-0 early and 8-1 heading into the bottom of the seventh against the playoff-bound Twins, with the few fans in attendance probably staying only for the promised fireworks and the chance to see history, pathetic though that history may be.
And then they won the damn game.
In the bottom of the ninth, light-hitting outfielder walked, stole second and third, then scored on a wild pitch to cap off the amazing rally and ensure that the Tigers will do no worse than tie the record (though they had already clinched a better winning percentage, as the 1962 Mets went 40-120).
Tomorrow Mike Maroth, who earlier in the season became the first 20-game loser since Brian Kingman in 1980 (and he won't shut up about it), will try to help his club avoid loss #120.
And then they won the damn game.
In the bottom of the ninth, light-hitting outfielder walked, stole second and third, then scored on a wild pitch to cap off the amazing rally and ensure that the Tigers will do no worse than tie the record (though they had already clinched a better winning percentage, as the 1962 Mets went 40-120).
Tomorrow Mike Maroth, who earlier in the season became the first 20-game loser since Brian Kingman in 1980 (and he won't shut up about it), will try to help his club avoid loss #120.
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