• Treading Royal Blue Water (Twins-Royals Recap)

    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 shouldnít complain. The Twins won.

    Deduno wins again, too. Aaron Gleeman calls him a UFO, because people believe in his pitching prowess even though all the evidence points toward a more rational explanation. I, for one, think thereís no reason to hate on UFO's.

    Deduno will probably crash to earth, but until then heís mystifying everyone and putting W's on the board. Legends, even if they don't last long, are best when they come outta nowhere.

    Wooden Bleachers (Twins 3 Royals 9 - Game 75)
    Caught this game in punchlines. There was a rain delay, then an embarrassment of Royals' runs and a loss.

    The joke wasnít on me, however, because I got my baseball joy from watching my 5 year-old niece play T-ball. Itís easy to keep track of four bases when youíre grown up. When youíre a kid, the diamond has more twists and turns. At least you have extra time to navigate a path home when the other team is using all their motor skills getting the ball from their gloves to first base.

    I cheered loud and took pictures, and my niece was clearly the best one out there (also, my other niece was the cutest kid playing in the playground during the game). All the parents and relatives were cheering, brought together by a kidís game, to blink away infield dust and watch a ball game amid trees and Iowan plains.

    Reinforced (Twins 6 Royals 2 - Game 76)

    My 11 year wedding anniversary involved a fancy meal of buffet pizza with my nieces and our family. I was too busy to catch the score until my Dad spotted it on a TV. Twins win.

    Kyle Gibson wins.

    The reinforcements are coming, Twins Territory. I can hear the bugles all the way down here in Iowa. Hicks and Arcia arrived as scouts, but Gibsonís arrival is something else. He survived injury and pitched a debut game worth bragging about. If any battlefront needs reinforcement, it is the pitching mound.

    If the bleeding stops on that pitching mound, we could be breaking even by next year. Maybe itíll knock some of the Cubs shirts off of Iowans. After all, the Kernels are giving them a taste of whatís coming to Target Field.

    Ainít Nothiní Like the Real Thing (Twins 8 Royals 9 - Game 77)

    If you step toward a wall and travel halfway there with each step, youíll never make it to the wall. Similarly, no matter how close communication advances get you to the game of baseball, they never quite take you all the way to the ballpark.

    We finished the trek home from Iowa and I took a break to look at my phone. The Twitter updates sent directly to me informed me Clete Thomas had hit a home run, and then in the next sentence let me know the Twins were still losing. Then another RBI and the Twins were closing in on tying the game.

    At least until I checked the score again and found the Twins were losing by three.

    Emotions went up and down from there. Morneau and Plouffe found home runs to keep the game hopping, and then the whole shooting match ended on three strike outs and this Royals series is done.

    The real loss is my streak of consecutive days without attending a Twins game. New players are coming. Old players are going to leave. Iím feeling the urge look both categories in the eyes again, even if itís from the top of the bleachers.
    This article was originally published in blog: Treading Royal Blue Water (Twins versus Royals -- Games 74-77) started by Mr. Horrorpants
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