Slam the Door (Twins 1 Royals 6 - Game 130)
I won't pretend any interest in following this game. A certain combination of real life emergencies left my family shell-shocked and living in a bunker mentality. This delayed my game recaps, and as you can imagine that delay was the least of our concerns.
I woke up from a nap that felt like a flatline to the Twins taking the fall on a heavy-hitting eighth inning. A score like that tells me I didn't miss anything by skipping out
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 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
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