In Search of a Yardarm Every St. Patrick’s Day my wife of 32 years (give or take a year or two, I lost track - but don’t tell my wife) and I sit down with a bowl of popcorn to watch John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara in “The Quiet Man”. If you’ve never seen it, give it a whirl. It was filmed in Ireland and has the distinction of being known as the only movie in which John Wayne played somebody other than himself. Anyway, watching the Quiet Man is one of my family’s traditions. My mother, God bless her soul, was Irish. Well, not Irish-Irish, but 2nd generation American Irish. That makes me half German, half-Irish. And some might say half-a$$ed. Actually being German-Irish just means I’m schizophrenic. I never know if I should be having fun and feeling guilty because I’m not working hard, or working hard and feeling guilty because I’m not having fun. So why do I bring this up here? Is this just another half-a$$ed attempt at writing a game thread? Well... Okay, you got me. But let’s see if I can tie enough of this together to get me off the hook (hang onto that last word for now) and go full monty. In the Quiet Man a well-meaning but uneducated little man (Barry Fitzgerald) informs his fellow Irishmen that the Duke is from “Pittsburgh, Massachusetts USA”. And in an amazing coincidence today’s game is in Pittsburgh! But we all know Pittsburgh isn’t in Massachusetts. Well, at least of those of us who didn’t flunk geography in grade school. But even though I know where Pittsburgh is, I’ve never been there. And the same could be said for many of the Twins players; they’ve never been to Pittsburgh either. Not that we’re boycotting the place or anything. It’s just that the Pirates, despite having one of the coolest team names in baseball, are in the wrong league. Arrrrgh! The curious among us might wonder how a baseball team in a landlocked city managed to steel (that’s a pun - think about it) a name like Pirates for its team. I mean pirates are usually associated with sailing ships and oceans. Not steel mills and rivers. So why the stretch? It seems the team was originally called the Alleghenys. Fearsome as that name may be, after the Alleghenys were accused of “pirating” star players from other teams by offering them more money under the table (sort of an illegal early free agency thing) the team officially changed their name to Pirates, rubbing a little salt in the wounds of the offended clubs. This player snatching thing is something Twins management should keep in mind, especially if a few of our players turn up missing after this series. Remember Liriano? Arrrrgh! Not that the Pirates and Twins have never before fired broadsides at each other. The Pirates blew away the Twins’ main mast, mizzen mast and half mast (say that last one real fast) back in 1925 when the Twins weren’t yet identical and still called themselves the Washington Senators. According to Cliff’s (that’s a Cliff with a Claven attached) Notes, it’s a little known fact that the Pirates made the Senators walk the plank in the 1925 World Series in what was arrrrghuably a tough seven game series. Another note from Cliff; back in pirate days the front of a sailing ship was known as the forecastle and the rear of the ship was called the aftcastle. That meant if you were standing in the middle of the ship you were half-aftcastle; thus the etymology of the more modern “half-a$$ed”. Putting partial derrieres, pirates and Pittsburgh’s team history behind us, you know, because we are family, and to parrot (bingo!) the official Twins propaganda, I’m sure the Twinks will prevail because, you know, they have cannons for arms, and the team will safely dock in our own landlocked city without being shanghaied and with pieces-of-eight in their pockets. Let’s just hope the Twins don’t get the hook in this series. I hope that wasn’t too long, John Silver. Steering from the aftcastle today: For the Twins: Windjammer Jake Odorizzi 0-0 0.00 ERA .67 WHIP For the Pirates: Ivan the Terrible Nova 0-0 3.60 ERA 1.80 WHIP Boarding Crew: Unknown at this time as I have to go outside and BLOW SOME DAMN SNOW!