This game was a hot mess. It oozed gooey goodness, like melted chocolate all over your fingertips. Or like hollandaise sauce mixing with the exploding liquid yolk in eggs benedict (Go to Stanley in New Orleans for their Breaux Bridge Benedict).
It started off, like other games have, with Yordano Ventura plunking a guy in the back. It was a fastball that looked like it got away from him; the pitch just ran and ran and ran armside until it hit Ian Kinsler. Obviously, the Tigers weren't too pleased with that, so Randy Wolf retaliated by hitting Salvador Perez on his elbow pad.