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
All Summers are Royal Blue (Twins 3 Royals 1 - Game 74)
When, in the course of baseball events, the Twins are clearly not going to make the playoffs, the Royals will play against them approximately one million times. Neither team will be playing meaningful baseball, and yet they will continue playing.
I shouldn’t complain. The Twins won.
Deduno wins again, too. Aaron Gleeman calls him a UFO, because people believe in his pitching prowess even though all
Twins versus Brewers
The Coliseum Cheers (Game 49)
I tuned into the game just before Sam Deduno got enough outs to put himself in line for a win. He’s like dynamite: The Twins get the exact perfect ratio of balls to strikes from him or everything blows up in their face.
The radio was all about the solid defensive performance from the Twins, but all the signals beaming out of Target Field amped up to 11 for a foul ball Chris Parmelee snagged, battling fate