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Indians lead 2-1, top of 5th. Tigers down by one to the Red Sox, 4-3, bottom of 4th.

Twins come back to take the lead. 3-2, top of 6th

Indians threaten but do not score in the bottom of the 8th. 4-3, Twins.

Indians lose 5-3 with the bullpen giving up another run in the 9th.

And the Tigers win, aided by the ump's call on a definite caught ball in the outfield.

The umpires blown call on the 1B throw to the pitcher may have cost us the game, could have changed the way we played it.

Hey, at least we won another series. Cue Meatloaf again.

I'm going to Wednesday's game here:

Only 3 other games tonight!

Tribe is up, 3-2, bottom of the 7th

BRANTLEY!!!

5-2 now, top of 8th

..............WE WIN!!!

Good win. Pestano sucks as a closer unfortunately.

gaylord perry wrote:We were eating in Applebee's in rapid City' SD and the Tribe game was on. Talk about estrange!

Catching up late, Gaylord, I hope you were able to get the free water and bumper sticker at Wall Drug along the way....

My last trip to Rapid City included a visit to Mt. Rushmore after sunset. If one does not get goosebumps watching that pomp and circumstance, one is not an American, in my book.

I also stopped by the monument to Sitting Bull, under construction since the Truman administration, and still not finished in the Obama administration. Just for historical perspective.

I was driving towards the Black Hills and "Badlands" on desolate roads and noted primitive signs propped up along the roadside advertising scenic helicopter tours. I bit, and jumped in the Bell helicopter that had been pulled there behind a pickup truck for the tours on that particular day.

I told the "pilot" that I was up for a full bore flight and thrill and he obliged, nearly scraping canyon walls and the ground below along the way. I tipped him well.

I read later after that particular trip that pilots who have lost their commercial license due to drugs, or what not, often pilot those kinds of road side attraction tourist trips.

I guess I was fortunate to catch this particular guy on a good day.

He was a very good Treetop Flyer.