Poor Brady Quinn. There must be a conspiracy out there. I'm told he held No. 3 while standing in line at the deli counter today, but somehow fell to No. 22.
A suggestion for manager Sam Perlozzo: Make your pitchers walk to the ballpark, and back to the team hotel, until they start throwing more strikes.
Tough love, skip.
I can't watch a brawl in baseball, or the jawing and gesturing that took place last night at Comerica Park, without thinking about former Orioles reliever Alan Mills. If he was tuned into the game, I bet he jumped off his sofa and ran outside, looking for someone to deck.
And Darryl Strawberry, on instinct, ran for cover.
Mills always was the first pitcher out of the bullpen as soon as trouble started. He wasn't the biggest guy on the field, but he certainly was the most menacing. And we're talking about an extremely nice guy in the clubhouse. As good as they come. But man, you wanted no part of him if a teammate was threatened.
I don't blame Miguel Tejada for almost losing his cool. The Tigers keep throwing at him – twice last night. And that causes the Orioles to throw at Gary Sheffield, who, to his credit, drops his bat and takes his base.
Sheffield knows the drill. His pitcher throws at a hitter, he's the one getting drilled.
I still don't like him.
That might have something to do with him admitting, during his early playing days, that he purposely threw the ball away so the Milwaukee Brewers would trade him. Or it might be because of last night's antics.
Don't stand at the plate and then walk to first base on a home run, no matter how much you're savoring the moment (and he had good reason to savor it). You already got your revenge when you swung the bat. Move your…