We have a crisis here. With six weeks remaining in the season, we’re running low on angst and adjectives. If you have any new words to describe Miguel Cabrera, I’m taking all suggestions.
This is a thunder show for the ages, and I’m not sure which is more enthralling — Cabrera’s mightiness or the joy he takes in doing it. Here was Max Scherzer continuing a brilliant run, now 18-1 after the Tigers pounded the Royals, 6-3, Sunday. And yet, the indelible image again was of Cabrera, who’s just merciless.
He’s the best hitter in baseball and one of the best ever, and that’s no news flash. But I’m prepared to add this: He’s the most dominant Detroit athlete of my lifetime (and probably yours). We can debate Barry Sanders, Nicklas Lidstrom, Steve Yzerman and Isiah Thomas over beers, but what Cabrera is doing is virtually unprecedented.
He did it again to the Royals Sunday, slugging a two-run homer on the first pitch he saw. The night before, he slugged the winning homer on the last pitch he saw, which set off a delirious celebration at Comerica Park, capped by Prince Fielder’s water-bucket dousing of Cabrera.
The first-place Tigers won three of five against the charging Royals and have risen to the best record in the AL (73-51). And ever since a series of bumps and muscle strains threatened to stop Cabrera, he’s been borderline unstoppable, as if the injuries somehow strengthened his resolve.
Incredibly, he has powered his way back into contention for another Triple Crown, leading the league in batting average (.360) and RBIs (120). His 40 home runs trail Baltimore’s Chris Davis by five, and yet opposing managers still pitch to him with first base open.