Because of the weather, the Twins made a decision after the opener to hang around the Metrodome and take advantage of their cool new Internet cafe. They gulped down Powerades and snacked on ramen and mint double-stuff Oreos and, when they weren’t sending each other silly IMs (Gardy35: u c AdamAnt almost go deep? Kewl or whut, dawg?), they were filling the mailboxes of their loved ones. Some of the fellas copied their e-mails to Section 220 and it seems like sharing them is the right thing to do:

gogomez@veryspeedy.com wrote this: Mom, they said it couldn’t happen, but at 7:37 p.m. I drew a walk. And that’s not all. I stole 2 bases, got 2 hits, scored 2 runs and caught a fly ball to deep center by the guy who used to play this position for the Twins. I know there will be rough spots, but it was a cool way to arrive here in Minnesota. Did you know that it snows on Opening Day here? I gotta get some sleep. Me and Delmon are building a snowman in the morning. Love, Carlos.

livan@slowball.com wrote to his brother El Duque: Bro, did you watch the game on ESPN? What were they saying about me when I threw those 60 mph crudballs to Bad Vlad? And when I went 59 to that goofy Napoli the catcher and then struck him out with a 83 mph heater that looked like Nolan Ryan’s to him? Did you time me walking on and off the mound? I think I made it in a minute-thirty once or twice. But it’s cool. Things in Minnesota are really relaxed. There used to be this guy named Berenguer who they called Senor Smoke. Well, they’re into good health here, and I think I’m going to ask ‘em to call me Senor Smoke Free. You like? Hang in there, Your Bro.

pat@neshek.com sent this to his blogger friends at www.patneshek.com: I faced 4 batters tonight and fanned 3 of ‘em, including 2 lefties and Guerrero to end the 8th. After the game, 3 people from the Hormel Row of Fame wanted to trade their free hot dogs to me for Joe Mauer autographs. It was a stiff test of my vegan-ism, but I turned ‘em down. Gonna have a bowl of Tofutti and get some sleep.

littlenicky8@piranha.net wrote to Jason Tyner and Jason Bartlett: GUESS WHAT, GUYS? I GOT AS MANY HITS TONIGHT AS TORII!!! AND I ONLY PLAYED ONE INNING! Seriously, I didn’t even have to bat. Gardy put me in to run for the new third baseman in the 8th and then I got to play third base in the 9th! When they said my name, you should have heard the cheers! It was just like for Torii, only I think they meant it! Hope you guys are doing good, Nick.

joe-the-local-hero@babyj.org sent this to his cyberdiary: Dear Diary, I really like having Gogomez bat leadoff. If he’s on second base and I hit a grounder to second, guess what? He goes to third base. That happened twice tonight. Last year, whoever was batting ahead of me would probably still be on first base and those grounders probably would have been double plays. And one time, when Gogomez was on second, I smacked a single to center and he scored. I’m tied for the team lead in RBI right now Cool, huh?

gardy@manageru.edu writes to Carol and the guy at his local hardware store: We won 3-2 and Gogomez made me look pretty good. Of course, it could have been 7-2, if that little Adam Ant’s deep fly hadn’t gone foul or if we’d gotten some better at-bats in clutch situations. Cuddy and Morny left Gogomez at 3rd and Mitt Harris, our new second baseman, struck out with the bases loaded and 1 out in the 8th. Of course, a win is a win is a win. See you soon. I’m stopping for more bathroom caulk on the way home. Gardy.

torii@yesterdaysnews.mn wrote to anyone still listening: At first they were real nice to me. Everyone stood and cheered and I would have cried right there on the field except that the other Angels in the outfield said they’d fine me a year’s pay if I did. The cheers died down as the game went on and then I had one of those at-bats against Joe Nathan in the 9th. Waved at a couple of breaking pitches, shattered my bat on a foul and then swung at strike three. And you know what? Remember that blogger Batgirl, who used to get people to yell “Sit down, B!+(#,” whenever Johan Santana struck out someone? Well, when I struck out in the ninth, some woman behind home plate called out, “Sit down, B!+(#” at ME. Ingrates. That’s all for now. I’m heading over to Gameworks to see if anyone recognizes me. Later, T-Nutts.

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