Cheating On My Mind (Twins 5 Indians 1 - Game 127)
I missed cheering for Deduno, who held the Indians to 3 hits in 6 innings. I was excited after the game ended, but I forgot Close Encounter of the Wild Kind took the mound.
Truth is, Twins gang, I’ve been sending all my hopes and dreams down Pittsburgh’s way. If the Pirates have a winning season I’ll screech in joy. If they make the playoffs I’ll hit a sports bar to watch.
The Pirates have made for a nice baseball
Focal Point (Twins 6 Tigers 3 -- Games 124)
The Twins win, but do so with an albatross hanging around their neck. An albatross with a catcher's mask and sideburns.
Joe Mauer sat out this game and ended up on the 7 day concussion DL. This has the potential to be beyond bad. Mauer is the reference point that holds the Twins in position. If his efficacy is limited or destroyed by the lingering side effects of a concussion, down goes up and up goes down.
(Twins 1 Mets 6 -- Game 123)
Today, two teams who won't get near the playoffs came together to play one final game that didn't mean much of anything. Except the Twins still lost.
Pitcher Kyle Gibson lost his job, too. I decided years ago he was going to be the future of the organization, so I made plans to stick with him throughout his ups and downs so I could say I always knew he'd be an ace.
I willed it, but it didn't happen. I can't say I'm sure anymore,
(Twins 4 White Sox 3 -- Game 119)
Twins win on a walk-off hit from Chris Herrmann. That's a memory he'll keep in his back pocket forever.
Pelfrey made a game of it on the mound. Maybe there's something to him, but I don't know if I can take another season of wondering what's going to end up on the Target Field mound, and what pitch its arm will fall off while throwing.
What are the chances it's going to get better, though? I'm as optimistic about the future
We’re So Happy, Andrew Albers (Twins 3 Indians 0 – Game 116)
Andrew Albers must’ve felt relieved when he finally hit the sack last night. He picked the Twins up with his right arm, the Twins fans up with his left, and still pitched a complete game shutout. That’s a lot of weight to haul around.
I miss watching the games on cable more as the season stumbles toward a finish. Carroll’s gone to the Royals, who are eyeing life beyond the season finish. Even if the players
A Grand Slam is Always Something (Twins 7 White Sox 5 -- Game 112)
Even in a losing a season, a grand slam is something special. The Twins won the game, but even if they hadn’t, Morneau’s grand slam would have been something special. On the second to last pitch of a formerly 20-0 game, a grand slam is still special.
Morneau hit two home runs in this game. I guess when you have to strain to see where you’ll be next year, you’re focused well past the skyline. And then you
Crumb-Faced (Twins 0 Royals 13 – Game 109)
I abandoned this game at 6-0, and all I missed was Jamey Carroll pitching a clean ninth inning. And a whole bunch of suffering.
Checking the box score to see who stunk on the mound is like lining up elementary kids to see who has chocolate on their face after the cookie jar was emptied. This time, Correia and Pressly are crumb-bearded and cookie-handed.
I’ve never been a pitcher at any level. Is there a point in
Road Goes On Forever (Twins 4 Astros 3– Game 105)
Left a great time at Diversicon, a science fiction and fantasy convention, to find the Twins were still playing. The game was tug of war, and the rag tied onto the rope was still in the middle of the mudpit in the center.
I’d spent the day with my mind wrapped around the business of writing the unreal and then bringing it to life (for more on my life out from under the baseball cap, click here). Listening to good old fashioned
The Way the Ball Bounces (Twins 2 Royals 7 – Game 102)
With the trade talk making the Minnesota Twins look like the garage sale everybody drives past, baseball kept being baseball. The game sounded great in my car, with the window down, and a few hints of fall in the breeze.
Provus described a routine foul ball and it reminded me how elegant but complicated the game is. The ball goes in the air, affected by the way it was thrown, the way it was hit, and the atmospheric
Daydream Disbeliever (Twins 2 Mariners 8 – Game 98)
The Twins got knocked out early in this game, but everybody played nine innings anyway.
During my little league tour of duty, I spent most of time at whichever part of the outfield they felt saved me from embarrassing attempts at fielding fly balls. If I was lucky and the ball stayed far away from my glove, I had nothing to do but daydream away until I was forced to humiliate myself at the plate.
Behind the Maps (Twins 4 Angels 2 – Game 95)
Putting the Twins on a West Coast road trip is like keeping something in your glove compartment. No matter how much you swear you won’t forget this time, your mind goes blank when it counts.
California time victories are nice to find between smashes of the “snooze” button on my cell phone. It’s like getting a nice letter, except no one mails anything anymore. Even the junk mail people gave up the ghost years ago.
No More All-Star Moments (Twins 3 Indians 2 – Game 92)
This is the story of the 2013 Twins, and there’s really not a whole lot left to cover in these remaining games. True believers will hold out for a miracle, a string of victories, and playoff glory. I love all things TC, but I can’t believe in this campfire tale.
If it happens, I’ll jump on the bandwagon and stand in the parade like I always belonged there.
The Twins came out of the All-Star Break plucky,
The Twins Were Sharknados First (Twins 0 Yankees 2 - Game 89)
A SyFy televion movie called Sharknado took over the world of Twitter, and I’ll bet most Twins fans didn’t put up too much of a struggle.
Sharknado is a movie whose title tells you exactly what you’re going to see on your TV. The Internet Movie Database estimates it cost about a million to make. I’ll bet no one over the age of eight expected any quality from it, and yet it stole the world’s heart for a moment
Lots of Hits, No Crossovers (Twins 4 Rays 7 - Game 85)
Crossed through the radio broadcast of the game like going over the same creek, again and again, driving down a country highway. Things were peaceful enough until I crossed paths with the game one more time to find the Twins down three runs. As I listened, a fourth Rays run crossed the plate.
There was still hope when I got home. Aaron Hicks got his fourth hit of the game and then scored a run. I got home and hurried