Still alive...barely...

Though if you're ever accosted bya zombie-looking fellow muttering something about "the book ... the book...", well, try not to shoot him in the head; you're probably drawing down on The Ford.

Seriously, it's a sad, sad state of affairs when you're not only too busy at work to have a life, but you're also too busy to blog about the other folks having a life.

Not that The Ford's complaining -- he saves that for the paying customers -- but, geez, The Ford's starting to feel like a slacker.

Long story short, expect some massive posts later this week, when The Ford's suddenly let out of The Official Newspaper for a weekend.

In the meantime, how 'bout them Tigers?

Another day, another come-from-behind win.

Seriously, by now, it's getting a bit old, fellas. Perhaps you might spot the other team a few more runs next time, eh?

Really, though, the fella you've gotta feel for is Fausto Carmona. Watch the clip of Pudge's walk-off shot, and you'll see, even as Pudge is rasing his arms in triumph, Carmona is raising his arms equally quickly. It's almost as if they're synchronized, one exulting in the triumph of the Tiger spirit, the other cringing as if he's expecting The Big Tribe Fan in the Sky to smack him with a rolled-up newspaper.

Then again, considering the Indians' manager desire to keep throwing Carmona out there, that might not be such a bad thing.