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Detroit Tigers slugger Miguel Cabrera was taken in for police questioning.

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Hmmmm I can't imagine why Cabrera and the Tigers aren't hitting the ball and have their heads up their asses. Birmingham borders my city to the North. Nice city, lots of $ and a professional police department.

Haven't heard any scuttlebutt as to what has happened, but given the scratches on Cabrera's face the other night, I'm happy to see that at least someone in that household can hit their target this month.

Miguel Cabrera's Blood Alcohol Content, 0.260,was higher than the Detroit Tigers team batting average for the entire month of September. FAIL

Let me tell you something. I've been a cop for over 8 1/2 years now. For someone the size of Miggy to get to a .26 requites an inordinate amount of alcohol.


Police pick up, release Cabrera after 911 call from home

Mike Martindale / The Detroit News

Birmingham -- Detroit Tigers slugger Miguel Cabrera was taken in for questioning early Saturday morning based on a 911 call made from his home by his wife, Birmingham Police Chief Richard Patterson said Monday.

Cabrera allegedly upset his wife by coming home intoxicated at 6 a.m. and waking his children while talking on a cell phone.

Patterson said the pair struggled over the cell phone with each receiving minor injuries. Both refused medical attention.

Cabrera was asked to leave the house by his wife, Rosangel. He was taken to the Birmingham police station because he was "very uncooperative, incoherent, and there was a language barrier," according to Patterson. A Spanish interpreter was obtained from the Michigan State Police, because investigators were attempting to determine who was the aggressor in the struggle.

Neither party wished to press criminal charges. Cabrera has not been cited in the incident and was released to the care of Tigers officials. Police administered a breath test and Cabrera registered .26. A reading of .08 is considered intoxicated for motorists.

A neighbor reported she saw about three police cruisers in front of the Cabreras' home early Saturday morning and said officers put a man in the back of one of the cruisers.

Cabrera declined to comment on the scratches before Saturday's game, which the Tigers lost 5-1. Had the Tigers won Saturday and Sunday, they would have won the American League Central Division title and averted Tuesday's 5:07 p.m. one-game playoff at Minnesota for the right to play the Yankees in the AL playoffs. He had a dismal performance in Saturday's game, going 0-4, including striking out once and leaving six runners on base.

Cabrera again declined to comment about the marks on his face after Sunday's game, which the Tigers won 5-3 to force a one-game playoff in Minnesota for the division championship Tuesday. Cabrera was 0-3 on Sunday.

He's been by far the team's most prolific slugger this season, with 33 home runs, a .323 batting average and 101 runs batted in. Among full-time players, he leads the team in all three categories.

Nobody answered the door at the Cabrera home late Sunday afternoon.

It was not the only domestic disturbance run by city police Saturday. Less than three hours earlier, about 3:30 a.m., police responded to a domestic assault incident at the Townsend Hotel in downtown Birmingham.

It was not clear Sunday if the two incidents were related.


Police: Cabrera was drunk during fight with wife

First baseman had .26 blood alcohol level



Miguel Cabrera had a blood-alcohol level more than three times the legal limit when he was involved in a physical altercation with his wife early Saturday morning, according to the Birmingham Police.

Cabrera had been partying with buddies from the Chicago White Sox after Friday night's game at Birmingham's Townsend Hotel, Birmingham Police Chief Richard Patterson said.

But when he got home, his wife wasn't happy he'd been out drinking so late, Patterson said. Roseangel Cabrera called 911 at 6:05 a.m. to report the two were fighting, according to reports.

"He was out late, came home and his spouse didn't appreciate that, I guess and it got into an argument," Patterson said. Police took Cabrera to the police station for questioning, including help from a Michigan State Police interpreter.

According to the police report, Cabrera's wife, whose name is listed as Rosangel, was upset when the ballplayer woke up the couple's 4-year-old daughter and was talking on the phone when he came home. Investigators noticed his wife had an injury to her lower lip; they noted the injury to the left side of Cabrera's face.

Police found a damaged cell phone, and the gold chain Cabrera wears around his neck was broken, too. But when officers asked the couple what happened, neither would explain how they were injured, according to the report.

Cabrera's wife insisted he leave, and he agreed, so officers took him to the police department to be picked up by the Tigers.

After investigators determined both Cabrera and his wife were "aggressors" in the situation, Patterson said, the first baseman was released. Tigers general manager Dave Dombrowski picked Cabrera up at the station between 7:30 and 8 a.m. Saturday, he added.

Cabrera registered a .26 blood-alcohol level when tested by police, Commander Mark Clemence said. A person is considered drunk at .08.

"We were just making sure we're in the right range to turn him over to an official from the Tigers and he wasn't in any medical danger," Clemence said today, adding that those who test at a .35 blood-alcohol level are taken to a local hospital.

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Cabrera's New At-Bat song

6'n the morning' police at my door

Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor

Out the back window I make a escape

Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free

And the streets to a player is the place to be

Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand

Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand

I'm a self-made monster of the city streets

Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats

But just livin' in the city is a serious task

Didn't know what the cops wanted

Didn't have the time to ask


Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin'

Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore

Kicked around some stories bout the night before

Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill

Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill

She started actin' stupid simply would not quit

Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't ****

As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak

So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street

But just livin' in the city a serious task

Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask


Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior

Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior

Solid gold the ride was raw

Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw

Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell

Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell

Looked in the mirror what did we see ?

****in' blue lights L.A. P.D.

Pigs searched our car, their day was made

Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade

Threw us in the county high power block

No freaks to see no beats to rock

Didn't want trouble but the **** must fly

Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye

But livin' in the county is a serious task

Niga didn't know what happend

Didn't have time to ask

Back on the streets after five and a deuce

Seven years later but still had the juice

My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track

Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack

Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough

Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe

The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing

Life has no meaning and money is king

Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin

He said Man you out early we thought you got ten

Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash

Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask


I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes

Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes

My hair had grew long on my seven year stay

And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay

Hard from the joint but fly to my heart

I didn't want no trouble but the **** had to start

Out with my crew some ounks got loud

Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd

Six punks hit two punks died

All casualities appiled to their side

Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash

We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask


[Part Two]

Swat team leader yelled hit the floor

Reached in my pocket pulled my 44

Dove across the room peeped out the window

Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto

Out the back door like some damn track stars

Broke down an alley jumped into a car

Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind

Black wire touched red the car was mine

We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot

Hit the first turn god damn road block

Broke through the block and we did it fast

Cops wouldn't shot us on sight

They wouldn't took time to ask


The rollers gave chase at a serious speed

One more conviction was all I need

This **** was for real

This was no La-Di-Da-Di

Cause the boys had to pin the **** on somebody

And me and my crew we were known to get ill

We carried heat for protection but not to kill

We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun

And all I was thinkin was murder one

Bust a move into an alley and did it right

And me and my vrew we're gone into the night

Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath

She didn't even know what happend

Didn't care Didn't ask


Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets

This girlie was my worlie a natural freak

She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me

Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV

A technican with a mission that's what she was

If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause

This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done

The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come

Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor

Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more

After she waxed by body she let me crash

She knew her lovin' was def

She didn't waste time to ask


Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell

Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell

Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.

Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T

Ring on my mobile yes celluar

Got to have a phone when I'm in my car

Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane

Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came

Told me to meet him at the airporrt

Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court

Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash

Didn't know where we were going.

Didn't care Didn't ask


Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he

Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C.

Called up my posse when I got there

Hit the Latin qarter Union Square

Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed

Back doored the Palladium just for class

About 4 am we crashed the deuce

We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice

Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads

Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead

It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast

But it was 6'in the mornin'

We didn't wake up to ask.....


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