Danville, Kentucky---Kyle Lobstein occupies a precarious
position within the Tigers clubhouse. As a spot-starter filling in for the injured Justin Verlander, he has immense shoes to fill. During his pre-game internal monologues,
the bespectacled crustacean frequently reminds himself that his time in the majors
is potentially finite, just as my kids undoubtedly persevere my miserable company by remembering
that they only have to stay in my filthy, beer-can littered apartment on
weekends. Kyle finds no such reassurance in his status as an interloper,
however. Sometimes, the pressure feels too much, as if he is a sea-food item being
cooked in a super-heated culinary apparatus of some sort.
Today is one of those days where the Lobster will feel
especially pressured. Following last night’s all-too-familiar bullpen
implosion, Kyle has the unenviable task of toeing the rubber in a game that
could see the Tigers swept out of Chicago, swept harder than the broken glass that
coats my apartment floor following the routine break-ins that occur when I
forget to pay my bookie in Louisville.
Today, Kyle Lobstein will answer the challenge and lead the
Tigers to a 5-4 victory over Chicago. He will pitch 6 and 2/3rd
quality innings, delivering the ball to a frail Tigers bullpen that will just
barely manage to not squander another game. Lobstein will be backed up by a
reawakened Tigers offense which will tag Jose Quintana for several runs and tag
the White Sox bullpen for several more.
As he packs up his belongings following the game, Lobstein,
peering from behind his rectangular glasses, will notice Justin Verlander
lingering in the clubhouse and staring with cold, stern eyes at the nameplate posted
above his locker. Many players have come and gone from this locker room since
2006, when Verlander took the team to its first World Series in decades and won
rookie of the year. Lobstein knows better than to get comfortable in this
clubhouse, and like many Detroit Tigers prospects and role players keeps a travel
bag packed in his apartment in case of the eventuality that Dombrowski trades him for a
relief pitcher that won’t pan out.
Yet, for all the instability in the clubhouse, Lobstein will
find security in the fact that Verlander remains, and will continue to remain. The
time is approaching for Verlander to return from the disabled list and either
fulfill his destiny or enter the twilight years of his career having failed to
do so. Even though Lobstein knows Verlander’s return might herald his own exit
from this plot-line, he can’t help but look at the autumnal God and feel hope
and inspiration swell within his crustacean heart.
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