Our starter threw a beauty—we thought we'd be all right Hinch waved to the bullpen as he neared the mound that night We had ourselves a lead when he made that fatal call Another bullpen fiasco, we had no lead at all

Kyle Finnegan takes the ball with a two-run lead in hand A walk, a hit, a three-run shot—no freakin command Kenley Jansen takes his time, but the ending stays the same Another late-inning meltdown and another wasted game

Drew Sommers throws his heater and it lands beyond the wall Connor Seabold takes the mound and can't locate at all Andrew Sears keeps grinding, hoping something starts to click Ricky Vanasco gets the call—we're about to get sick

Thank God for Jakob Waguespack—where'd he get that name? He's the only guy we trust when we want to win the game While the others fall behind and won't stop the attack Thank God for the crazy-named hero Jakob Waguespack

Will Vest was great last season—the guy we trusted most This year every ninth inning feels like staring at a ghost Last year he slammed the door and made opposing hitters grieve This year when Vest takes the mound, Tigers fans get up and leave

Beau Brieske was Superman back in twenty-four Every time they called his name, he was better than before Then injury got him last year and the magic went away Now we're waiting for that superhero to come save the day