The Detroit Tigers' ace pitcher has a dark cloud following him everywhere. While this may sound like the bad depression analogy in a Prozac ad, it's taken on a very literal sense during this year's American League playoffs. First there was that unsettling one inning of work before the rain hit in New York. Followed by his start-stop-wait-dry-off-then-start-and-stop-again washout performance in Texas. And now, as the clouds swirl above our heads, his next appearance in game 5 tomorrow is already shaky. Like the horse's whinny at the mention of Frau Blucher in Young Frankenstein, the mere mention of his name is met with a thunderclap.
It's a phenomenon that deserves recognition, and I'm not the only one who feels this way. So in the spirit of naming hurricanes, here's an informational message just released by the National Weather Service:
This is a Noreaster, centered just off the coast of New England.
And this is a Verlander, heading ENE toward SE Michigan tomorrow afternoon.
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