ATTENTION downtrodden Twins Daily regulars! I’m leaving the country. I didn’t think it would have to come to this, but it has. For Monday’s game, I will literally be on an airplane leaving the United States. I won’t get back into the country until the series is over. It’s a work trip. You are welcome. You are welcome in advance for the change in the Twin’s fortunes, and you are welcome for the thrilling come-from-behind/oblivion series win. It’s a sacrifice of great proportion on my part, and frankly one that I am not that happy to make, this being the Twins first division title in ten years, but what has to be done, has to done. Baseball history is full of long-suffering fandoms, unbreakable curses, and seemingly insurmountable odds. The long suffering ends, the curses get broken, and the odds are overcome. There is no clock in baseball. Games don’t end until the 27th out is recorded. Series aren’t over until one team closes out the final victory. I refer you to the long history between the Red Sox and Yankees leading up to the ninth inning of Game 4 of the 2004 ALCS, when unanimously elected Hall of Famer Mariano Rivera had the lead. For a more recent example, I note the Chicago Cubs’ franchise history and century of being the (real) lovable losers. We don’t even need to go back further than Tuesday night, when the Nats, who hadn’t won a post-season series of any kind since moving to DC from Montreal, trailed the Brewers with Josh Hader on the mound. Remember when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? It’s always darkest before the dawn.