Tonight, there’s only one man more hated than Matt Millen in Detroit. That man is Todd Jones

Let's get out the pitchforks and torches, because it's time for Jonesy to go. I'm cross-posting what I just wrote at my other Detroit sports blog, The Wayne Fontes Experience, because I'm absolutely livid after what I just witnessed. Ahem… Words can't describe how pissed I am at Todd Jones right now… But "DFA his useless fucking puff ball throwing homophobic washed up ass immediately" comes close. Damn close. I don't normally let bad losses get to me all that much. It's not worth it. I also try not to blog mad. But tonight's loss really struck the wrong chord. The wrong fucking chord. All because of the Tigers' "closer."(Term used laughably loosely) He's now the devil incarnate who happens to wear the Olde English D on his chest. What little goodwill Jones may have had left with the Detroit fanbase evaporated the moment Jermaine Dye's fly ball left Comerica. In the biggest game of the season, a game the Tigers desperately needed to win, Todd Jones came up woefully short. This one hurt. Hurt a lot. A combined gut/nut punch of a loss. You can't blow this game. You just can't. But Jones did, and did so in the most painful fucking way possible. In the eyes of the fans, Jones is done. Fini. Toast. Kaput. An ex-closer. I can only hope the Tigers feel the same way. Thanks for letting me vent, and we now return to your regularly scheduled Detroit Lions blogging.