History in the Air, Twins Hits Stay in the Yard (Twins 0 Tigers 4 Game 63)
The Twins played tonight, in as much as an official game occurred and they were there.
At least people at Target Field got to see Eddie Guardado and PR guy Tom Mee get inducted into the Twins Hall of Fame.
I listened to the first inning in my backyard, until the mosquitoes ran up the scoreboard in a hellish game of their own. I listened deeper into the game inside my house. I listened
Twins vs. Phillies
Run(s) Scored (Twins 3 Phillies 2óGame 60)
When my team is at bat, I add up all the players and figure out how many runs couldíve gone on the scoreboard. I assume the highest number possible.
But when itís the other team . . .
As soon as ďRun(s) scoredĒ appears on my smartphone screen all sounds around me cease. I can hear my heart beat. I donít even count up how bad the damage could be. I just
Twins at Nationals
A Small Amount of New Hope (Twins 4 Nationals 3 - Game 57)
Thanks to rain that wouldnít go away, this Nationals series will be played in a space of barely over one day.
Condensing things makes this interleague series into a neat little three part trilogy. Like Star Wars or The Godfather.
Well, it will be for anyone in the Land of Lakes still sporting a TC on their hat, at least.
Tonightís game had the underdog
Twins at Royals
Salemís Lot (Twins 3 Royals 0 - Game 54)
I started my day with a run. My Michael Cuddyer shirsey kept me company.
Itís funny how sturdy a fanís heart is. After the announcement a beloved player will no longer be a Minnesota Twin, grief sets in. Then, when the season rolls around, youíre cheering for the players still in the dugout and you only pout when you hear former Twinsí names on highlight reels.
Sorta like breaking up
Twins versus Mariners
No Big Deal (Game 51)
The ball game was relegated to nothing more than background noise. The goose-egg on the Twinsí side of the scoreboard did little to lure me back in.
With baseball refusing to signal the beginning of weekend joy. My conversation with my friend turned to ghost stories and hard luck tales. I even dug out the flashlight for that special campfire vibe.
And so itís like this: Baseball is apple pie, and