Ex post factos

More "live" blogging on the morning after a Royals game, joined in progress:

Big Honky with a single to right.

Teahen pulls a single to right. Denny said he DRILLED it.

OMG. TPJ just walked. OMG!

Bases loaded.

Way to go Honey Bun/Albania! Royals 2, Tigers 0.

Did we just try a double steal? Shit. Somewhere Earl Weaver and Billy Beane just threw up in their mouths. Christ. This team CAN NOT afford to give up outs on the bases. TPJ was the lead runner, and Honey Bun is the only Royal fast enough to be chasing the mechanical rabbit out there.

Apparently Adam Dunn is the original Big Donkey. But that's OK. We like Big Honky even better.

Hochevar still has them scoreless.

Moneyball with the walk.

Moneyball picked off. You've got to be crapping us.

Verlander's getting pissed and nasty.

BTW, Luke's pitching a great game. May the force be with him.

LuKKKKKe! Controlling the force, he is.

Sonic Slam Inning: Guillen singles, Honky lines out (at least he pulled it), Teahen lazy fly ball, Buck pops it up. Crap. Mary Griffey of St. Joe gets two tickets to a future Royals game.

Mahay in. Do the Tigers have any left-handed hitters? Hochevar leaves with a 0.00 ERA on the night against the best hitting lineup ever assembled.

Mahay has been pretty good this season. Nice top of the seventh, Ron.

Bob thinks it's the bottom of the sixth.

TPJ with a drive to the wall for a double. OMG! OMG!

Honey Bun with the sacrifice.

DDJ with a "flare," caught by SS.

Why are they walking Grudz to face Gordo? It's lefty-lefty, but this is a mistake, Leyland.

Loaded, they are. Pitching change (Thompkins Industries). Leyland really has a lot of respect for Grudz. What happened to Gordo? Guillen is up.

Son of bitch. Shit. Motherpussbucket.

Still, it's 2-0 Royals. On to the eighth.

Polanco solid hit. Mr. Nunez in from the pen.

Sharp single. Two on, nobody out.

Double play! Wahoo!

Pena's got it. Over to first. And that's the inning, people.

Yada, yada, yada. To the ninth we go, 2-0 Royals.

Here comes Captain Zero.

K-K

We love Soria's Big Curve with two strikees. You know it's coming, but there's nothing you can do about it.

Chicken frickin dinner! Thank you, Kansas City! We'll be here all week.