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Promote Josmil Pinto?

Twins Minor League Talk Today, 10:12 PM
In case people haven't noticed, Josmil Pinto has been raking in AAA.  In 43 games, he's hitting .300/.405/.525 (.930 OPS).  Mor...
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OK GM's, your LF addition for 2015 is...

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 10:12 PM
I think it's pretty obvious that LF is the one spot where we can make a nice to big impact for 2015's lineup with no blocking of imminent...
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Game Thread: Indians@Twins 8:20 7:10PM

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 10:08 PM
Game-time forecast: Mostly cloudy. Winds blowing in from left field at 5-10 m.p.h. Temperature around 80. ChiTown will have the Lineups S...
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Trade Dozier, Now!

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 09:59 PM
He'll never be worth more than he is right now.  With Santana, Escobar, Nunez, Florimon, Polanco & Rosario all able to step...
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Article: Suddenly, Shortstops!

Minnesota Twins Talk Today, 09:41 PM
Finding a non-temporary answer at the shortstop position has been a long-standing issue for the Minnesota Twins, dating back about a deca...
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The Store


Magic (Part 20)

"Life's like a movie, write your own ending."

- The Magic Store from The Muppet Movie


~~~~~


It started with a decision in the spring of 1990. He asked her if their first date should be an afternoon at the Art Institute or a double-header at Wrigley Field.

Attached Image: wrigley-bleachers.jpg "How is that even a call?" she replied.

The sun gleamed, the grass glowed underneath the ballplayers and the magical afternoon was made more so because he thought it was probably their last date as well; neither was from Chicago.

But he was wrong. Both traveled enough to occasionally gain discounted tickets and the 1000 miles between Minneapolis and Philadelphia wasn't as isolating as they both thought it would be. Or at least not initially.

~~~~~


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Two years later, it was. So with $1000 shoved into his pocket and all his worldly possessions crammed in an '84 Honda Prelude, he moved to Philadelphia to court her. The courtship was fun, but not especially easy. First he had to find work during a recession, then she was assigned to a project out of town. And when the business world stopped conspiring to keep them apart, the tougher questions began. "Will he ever marry me? What's he waiting for?" "Is she really the one? How do I know?" The questions were more destructive than geographic distance ever had a chance to be.

On a summer trip out west, his questions were answered in the Black Hills. And on August 13th, when they were supposed to go to a Phillies game, he showed up with flowers, acted all goofy and suggested they go for a walk. And she knew her questions were about to be answered too.

Unaccustomed to being nervous, the proposal was awkward but genuine, and the response was delayed but jubilant. Standing together in the park, their future felt too large. Neither knew what to do, where to go, who to see.

"So do you still want to go the Phillies game?", he asked.

"How is that even a call?"

It wasn't a call, because the one place in Philadelphia where they both knew there was some magic that year was at the Vet. The '93 Phils, lead by blue-collar rejects like John Kruk, "Dutch" Daulton, "Nails" Dykstra and closer Mitch "Wild Thing" Williams had somehow claimed 1st place in the NL East. They'd won games at Veteran's Stadium in every conceivable manner, including one in which Williams got the winning hit in the bottom of the 10th - at 4:30 AM. Tonight they were playing the hated Mets and it seemed like as good a place as any to look for magic.

The electricity they felt made the game a secondary concern. She'll readily admit that she spent most of the game looking at the back of her hand. But the game slowly became the focal point when the Phillies lost their early lead in the top of the eighth. They scratched in a run in the bottom half, but were still down 5-4 heading into the bottom of the ninth.

But there was a reason this hard-nosed city loved this team. They used a crucial error by the Mets to score one run and loaded the bases with two outs. Kim Batiste, a light-hitting 25-year-old utility infielder who seemed to have a special gift for striking out, came to the plate, and.......

Grand Slam.

Pandemonium.

Magic.

~~~~~

Last night those same stupid kids went to a game, just like they have every August 13th now for 20 years. They saw a a double play neither had ever seen before. They wondered if a different Wild Thing might make Twins history. And they watched a 26-year-old utility outfielder have the game of his career. But they'll both admit; the magic didn't explode like it has in previous years. It felt like more of an undercurrent, sometimes visible, sometimes not.

That works. These days, likfe is less about flashy fireworks. The work, the passion, is centered on building, supporting and and nervously trusting. The roles have changed since that family was started in Chicago and consumated in Philly. The stupid kids have their own stupid kids. But the base remains the same.

Magic.


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