The word, "concerned" actually seems unexpectedly significant. Tonight's game in Baltimore featured Santana pitching in a light rain for nine innings. During that time, the only sign of concern on Santana's face appeared to be a bit of irritation at the rain, and one goofy moment when he stared down a base runner on 2nd, then proceeded to throw a wild pitch. Runner went to third base, then Santana gathered himself and finished getting the side out. A complete lack of concern seemed to be the main emotion on Santana's face, bordering dangerously close to disinterest. It was like watching a guy idly working on his technique of skimming stones on a calm day at a still pond, all by himself. It was as if there was nobody there but Santana and his buddy, the catcher. Throw a curve? Sure, buddy. How about a two-seamer in on the hands? Done. Dangle a curve outside the zone? Consider it done, friend. Santana worked the whole game like that. Completely relaxed, essentially unconcerned. Imagine how good other pitchers could be if they could emulate Santana's frame of mind. I hope he stays like that a while longer. As a Twins fan, it's very relaxing.