Indians facing arguably the worst starting pitcher in the American League, Edinson Volquez, who entered the game with a 5.40 ERA (league leading 105 earned runs surrendered), a WHIP of 1.53 (202 hits, 65 walks in 175.0 innings), and .288 batting average against.
Predictably, the Indians can't figure out this bum, with one run and four hits (.182 BA) through six innings.
Indians and Royals tied at one in the bottom of the seventh.
EDIT: The Indians finally chase Volquez in the bottom of the seventh. Well, not really. Edinson is old and fat and he exceeded 100 pitches so he got pulled with one on and two out in the inning. His final line: 6.2 innings, 1 run, 4 hits, 3 walks, 5 Ks, .167 BA against. A playoff team (?) should be embarrassed with a performance like that against one of the truly awful pitchers in the AL.
EDIT: Bud Shaw on in the eighth, gives up a single to #9 hitter Cheslor Cuthbert, batting .122 over the last 15 games (6 for 49). Andrew Miller replaces Shaw. Pinch runner Terrance Gore promptly steals second, goes to third on wild pitch. Miller gets out of the jam with a pair of strike outs.
EDIT: Indians go quietly in the eighth, as Kipnis, Lindor, and Napoli fail to get on base. Over the last 16 games, the Indians' 2-3-4 hitters are batting a combined 34/171 (.199) with 16 RBI.
Kipnis: 13/63, .206, 4 RBI
Lindor: 12/55, .218, 5 RBI
Napoli: 9/53, .170, 9 RBI
Absolutely awful.
EDIT: Andrew Miller retires the side in order in the top of the ninth.
EDIT: Jose Ramirez walks to lead off the ninth. Crisp sacrifices Ramirez to second, reaches first on an error. Almonte (of course) fails to execute the sacrifice, Ramirez thrown out at third on the fielder's choice. Pinch hitter Rajai Davis smokes one up the middle that would've been a base hit to center, but the ball hits the foot of the Royals' pitcher and bounces right to the first baseman for the fielder's choice, Crisp advancing to third, Almonte to second. Pinch hitter Brandon Guyer lines a shot down the right field line for a base hit.
Another ugly game ends in a walk-off win. Team of destiny, at least against crappy competition.
Magic number down to six, with the Tigers beating the Twins 6-0 in the sixth.