White Sox at Twins
Four Sacks of Groceries and Two Dingers (Game 35)
When the Twins have a three run lead, itís safe to grocery shop without excessive worry.
When the Twins are behind, each trip down the grocery store aisles is pure agony. Every spare moment and empty space offers an opportunity to check the score on your cell phone. When the other teamís runs pile on, itís hard to keep shopping.
The Twins rewarded my trust with a surplus of
Orioles at Twins
A Damn Shame (Game 32)
These days, itís a lot easier to keep up with the Twins when youíre traveling.
This can be perilous, however.
For example, when the Twins blow a six run lead and you find out in the middle of a friendly conversation with your family. There are words and phrases that desperately need screaming, but politeness dictates you keep your mouth shut.
I settled on letting out a wordless scream. I
Twins at Red Sox
Too Old for the Gang at Cheers (Game 28)
Home early, with my wife home as well, I started getting a hankering for watching the Twins play at a sports bar. Baseballís just a little bit better when youíre covered in buffalo sauce and ordering another beer.
Except it was Monday. And Iím old. And wings plus beer plus anything else starts to add up to be a decent chunk of change. Donít get me started on the calories, either. Plus, then youíre
Twins at Cleveland
Except Tonight (Game 25)
For me, skipping the 10th inning of an extra innings game is like skipping the opener of a rock concert. You usually donít miss much.
Except tonight, when the Twins crapped out in extra inning (singular).
Because I am a fan of the heart and not of the head, I assume the Twins will win all games where the score stays close. And when a home run comes flying out of the Magical Land of Parmelee, the
Twins at Detroit
That Was Fast (Game 22)
If the Twins have to lose, maybe itís best they lose quickly so we can all watch a nice movie before we head to bed for the evening.
When Kris Atteberry does the postgame report after a brutal Twins loss, it always sounds like the narration on a Civil War documentary. All theyíre missing is a lonesome harmonica sound.
I donít like it when Mauer isnít hitting. Itís like adjusting to a world where the