You can appreciate that Tigers fans were upset Wednesday. You understand why, on a North Sea of an afternoon in Detroit, they were disgusted with their baseball team.

And you empathize with folks who were tempted to sling their personalized Tigers jerseys (especially the ones that said VILLARREAL on the back) into the blaze crackling within their fireplaces, which was the best way to watch a game that for Tigers followers was as miserable as Wednesday's weather.

To which there is one sage response: Wait a couple of weeks.

Baseball jerseys are expensive. And this Tigers team, even if it seems early in a new season to be a cheap imitation of a supposed World Series team, could quickly patch up its love affair with fans who don't enjoy seeing 6-1 leads turn into 8-6 defeats, which is what happened against the Jays during Wednesday's ice bath at Comerica Park.

The Tigers are 4-4 after eight games. For perspective's sake, these are the eight-game records from the last three years Detroit had a playoff baseball team.

2006: 5-3 (soon to be 5-4).

2011: 3-5.

2012: 5-3.

And so anyone can see that playing .500 ball through slightly less than 1/20th of a new season is (gasp) catastrophic.

Not to make light of Wednesday's loss. It was a throwaway game, literally. Brayan Villarreal had a nightmare of a bullpen appearance after starter Rick Porcello failed to get even one batter out in the sixth as he rode that 6-1 lead.

Pitching wins, and pitching loses, and Tigers pitchers butchered Wednesday's event.

But gauging this team by Wednesday's disaster or by eight games in April's frost and sleet is ridiculous. A clearer picture will come from the nine-game West Coast swing that begins Friday in Oakland, moves through Seattle, and ends in Los Angeles.

During that 10-day trip the Tigers will have a better idea of whether they can take and hold leads against good teams. You'll see if Villarreal can throw strikes and put away hitters and not invite them to the late-innings romp Toronto enjoyed Wednesday. You'll know if they have anyone who resembles a ninth-inning closer.

But you won't know any of that, with certainty, when pitchers have been gripping baseballs in 42-degree weather and when bodies conditioned for the long haul have been dealing with these nonsensical weather conditions 10 days into a new schedule.