CLEVELAND — It was going to happen eventually and when it did, it happened spectacularly, with little mercy, as the Detroit Tigers went from the highest point of their season to the lowest point in a week’s time.
They arrived in Ohio last Sunday night on a five-game winning streak, a balloon of scrappy and gritty hot air which somehow, nearly three months into the season, was still floating near the .500 mark. But by the time they left Progressive Field on Sunday afternoon, thoroughly shellacked once again by the Cleveland Indians inside their house of horrors, that balloon had whizzed back to earth.