A feel-good story in Detroit, as the Tigers called up catcher Max St. Pierre, who has (a) spent fourteen frickin’ seasons in the minor leagues without once sniffing the show before now; and (b) totally stole the name I use when I’m trying to meet women when I’m on out of town business trips.
St. Pierre hit .300 for the Mudhens this year in 130 at-bats with five homers
and 22 RBIs. He’s obviously not going to stick long in the bigs, but I’m sure he’ll enjoy the white balls for batting practice, the ballparks that are like cathedrals, the
hotels that all have room service, and the women who all have long legs and