Man, you just can’t get anything past Jim Leyland.
Brilliant strategist, scintillating motivator that Detroit manager is, indeed. Seeing how San Francisco played baseball’s rope-a-dope with Cincinnati and St. Louis in successive series to reach the World Series as the National League’s rep, Jimmy stepped back, somehow coaxed his Motown minions to roll over the first two games and give the Giants false hope.
For good measure, he even boasted – yes, boasted – how his Tigers’ bats looked good Thursday night, belting out a collective two hits against that trio of Cy Young-like stylists named Madison Bumgarner, Santiago Casilla and Sergio Romo in what normally would have been seen as a must-win situation.
A must-win situation, of course, if it were not for Leyland’s foresight, his absolute understated genius … which somehow gets stated all the time by national media members.
Oh, the Tigers have San Fran right where they want it – up 2-0 in the series, feeling good and bordering on the edge of overconfidence – and they can thank their chain-smoking lead strategist for that.
At least that’s the scenario all of Detroit hopes is the case.