I slept through most of the game thanks largely to the migraine I was trying to get rid of, and from the sounds of things, I didn't miss much. We also opted not to make any moves with the trade deadline being today, and I also think that was wise for three reasons: 1) Joel Pineiro has good stuff and a lot of promise; I don't think we could've gained enough to compensate for what he's going to bring us in the rotation. 2) Team chemistry. We've proven this year that you cannot discount the value of something so simple as 25 guys who work well together; all it takes is 1 guy to throw it all off. And 3) since we were on the market for a power hitting leftfielder, don't forget Jay Buhner is due back in August and you all know what he's capable of.

"It's great to have the trade deadline come and go, oh yeah. It's nice they want me here. Now there won't be any more questions about trades. Hopefully I can get the ball every five days and pitch." -Joel Pineiro

"Pat and I talked a lot today. Pat asked my opinion on one deal we could have made. I liked the player we were getting. But I really liked the player we were going to have to give up. If you can't improve the roster a whole lot, then in my mind there is so sense in making a deal just to get something done. There is good chemistry here." -Lou Piniella

So anyhow, this game starts off rather crappily as Ichiro flies out and Mark McLemore walks but then gets picked off of first and Bret Boone strikes out so I'm pretty sure I'm glad I was unconscious at this point and so it's Detroit's turn and Roger Cedeno leads off with a single and then steals second and an out later and Bobby Higginson TRIPLES to score him and then Tony Clark walked and all I can say is that Aaron Sele is not pitching like Aaron Sele and then Rob Fick singles which scores Higginson and then Juan Encarnacion hit into a fielder's choice which turned out to be a double play because it wasn't hit far enough to enforce the infield fly rule or something like that so Carlos Guillen let it drop and stepped on second for the out on Fick and then got Clark in a rundown between second and third I think. I'm not really sure since I was sound asleep, so that's just assuming I'm understanding what I read.

So second inning and we're trailing 2-0 and John Olerud leads off with a walk but we are unable to do anything with it and then Sele gave up a 1-out single to Shane Halter but they thankfully don't score him and so third inning and with two outs, Ichiro singled and then Mac singled and we fail to do anything again and Sele gave up a harmless walk for Detroit's half, and we head to the fourth still trailing 2-0.

So with 2 outs, Al Martin doubled and we waste it and it is quickly Detroit's turn again and about this time I have been awakened by my cat who fell out of the window sill and I can remember vaguely hearing this mad scuffling of toenails before he landed and he ALWAYS falls out of this one because he doesn't even FIT on it since he weighs about 20 pounds and it's pretty much next to impossible to sleep through the thud he makes when he lands and usually I shut him out of my room when I'm not feeling well because he turns into Sargent Maynerd Stinky Pants for some reason, I mean he'll knock things off shelves and out of the closet and he likes to stand in front of the fan and he totally blocks all the air from reaching me, I remember this one time it was totally hot and stuffy in my house and I can't sleep when it's like that and so I had this fan blowing right at me and Maynerd totally jumped up on the nightstand and stood between me and the fan so I woke up thinking that the fan had broke, but NO, there he is just standing there in front of it looking quite pleased with himself all hogging the air, I mean I have never known a cat who is fond of fans like that, he even likes the blow dryer; whenever he gets caught in the rain, he will come charging in and go straight back to my bathroom and jump on the counter and YOWL until I go back there and blow dry him, I mean how spoiled is this cat and anyway, I go stumbling out to the kitchen to take some more of my migraine medication and I flip on the TV and mute the sound real quick to check the score because I can't deal with noise when I have migraines and I immediately frown when I see that we're trailing 2-0 and frowning made my head hurt WORSE as if that's possible and I see Carlos Guillen make a really spectacular charge on a ground ball and a nice throw to get Encarnacion out and I was all "Go Carlos Guillen" real quietly because seriously, noise is not a good thing when you have a migraine and then I turned it off and went back to bed which was probably a good thing because Randall Simon then singled and an out later, Deivi Cruz singled and then Roger Cedeno singled which scored Simon and we leave the inning trailing 3-0.

Fifth inning and with two outs, Ichiro singled and then stole second but we can't get anything done and Sele retires Detroit in order, so sixth inning and Ole singled with 1 out and then Mike Cameron walked and then Al Martin singled which scored Ole and then Carlos hit a sac fly to score Cammie and it is now 3-2 Detroit but Encarnacion leads off with a double and then Simon follows with a single and then Halter hit a sac fly which scored a run and we leave the inning trailing 4-2 which I would've found very annoying had I not been sound asleep again at this point.

Seventh inning and we do absolutely nothing and then with 1 out, Norm Charlton relieved Sele and gave up a harmless single, so eighth inning and we do absolutely nothing again and Ryan Franklin relieved Norm and K'd the first two guys he faced and got the last one to ground out, so it is quickly the ninth inning and I wake up again because of the stupid doorbell and in my migraine-fog, I was really hoping it would be someone with a big old vat of painkillers for me but no, it was just somebody trying to sell me magazines which I totally didn't want and so I just shut the door right in their face before they even finished speaking because how annoying IS that, it's bad enough when they call you on the phone bugging you but now they are showing up AT YOUR HOME to sell you things and I really can't handle that and anyway, I go stumbling out to my chair in the living room and turn on the TV again just in time to see Matt Anderson relieve Jose Lima and he's all throwing over 100 mph and I was like "uh oh" and he retired us in order and we lose 4-2 and Anderson meanwhile looks like he hasn't changed his hairstyle since 1974 and combined with the Detroit Tigers uniform that also hasn't changed much since then, it kind of tripped me out and I felt like we'd gone through some time-warp thing or something which was REALLY trippy considering I wasn't even ALIVE yet in 1974 and what I'd really like to know is: what was up with that little dance he and Lima were doing on the field after the game? Can't they just hi-five like normal players?

"It was more us than [Jose Lima]." -Mark McLemore on the Mariners lack of offense this evening

"I'm back. It's me. I'm back. Lima Time is back." -Jose Lima on his win against the Mariners

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." -Laura, snorting at "Lima Time"

"He threw a lot of off-speed stuff, at one point I think I got seven off-speed pitches in a row. When he made a mistake, we missed it. I know I missed a couple pitches. But you lose some games, and this was one of them. You never like to lose, but it's going to happen." -Bret Boone

So anyway, they're keeping Edgar on the DL for a few more days to make sure he's absolutely a 100% which is a good idea I suppose and I really cannot wait until Edgar and Jay are both all better because I miss them more than I can stand it.