The Twins have a ton of problems but presently I'm fixated on the enigma that is Royce Lewis. How the hell did the "Grand Slam Kid" become a bottom-of-the-order disappointment in such short order? I keep waiting for him to find the magic again...and I wait, and wait, and wait. That towering 20 foot popup in crunch time last night was almost the last straw for me--he's so likable, he's so brash and enthusiastic, and for some time now he's just so bad.
Last of the 8th, Lewis strides to the plate as the potential tying run, our own "Casey at the Bat." He lets a center-cut fastball fly by, then swings at a pitch out of the zone in on his hands, and then with a crushing blow he pops the ball up between the plate and the mound to end the threat.
He could soon end up on the Miranda/Julien scrapheap, but we need to give him a little more time I think. Yet how much more time is reasonable?