The kid and I watched the first half of the game and then listened to it on the radio enroute to my parents'. Pulled up to their house just before the top of the ninth. We stopped to talk to the next door neighbors in their yard for a minute and then, quite alarmingly, my parents' door flew open and my dad came running out of the house. My dad is 83. The last time I saw him run, George Bush was president. No, not that one. His dad, H.W. He yelled to me only that 'Mom says come quick!', waving us inside and urging us to hurry. Mom is 80, and the way my dad sounded, it suddenly wasn't looking good for 81. But when we got inside, she was sitting there silently, staring at the television with the volume turned way up, just pointing at the screen as Mauer strode to the plate in his catcher's gear. We all watched it together. Nobody spoke until it was over. How remarkable that a seemingly forgettable season would end with a moment that ranks among the most memorable in the history of the Minnesota Twins.