Talking myself back into calm

Posted on September 17th, 2008 – 9:07 AM
By Howard

There are no words…

Well, yes, there are. It’s just that most of them are unfit to be muttered again after listening to the early-game meltdown in the car and then watching the late-game frustration when the Twins started flailing with the bats after pulling even and pulling ahead. Tom Mastny, with the 12-something ERA, “outduels” Joe Nathan, the closer who had never given up a walk-off homer until last night. The gods must be on meth.

I did my part…

I took this one worse than some of the others, I think, because I ordered postseason tickets yesterday. Seats in the Home Run Porch. I thought that was sending a message of belief, but my statement of faith obviously didn’t get to Cleveland. Or maybe it got misrouted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Yeah, the Black Sabbath exhibit. Maybe Ozzy Osbourne comes outta the bullpen tonight, although at his age we’d be more likely to see him in Florida over the weekend.

Pulling apart the game…

I can’t in good conscience go there and pull out one blunder or poor performance over the others. Punto throws a ball into right field and later starts a double play that others wouldn’t have turned.  Gomez makes an error, drives in three runs and brings me off the couch with that bases-loaded line drive — which turned into an inning-ending double play. It’s all a jumble and a mess, although 13 men left on base is the number that I keep staring at in the box score.

If there’s any doubt…

I’m not willing to go too deep into 2009 right now, but the thing I will judge Bill Smith on more than anything will be his ability to fix third base with a right-handed power hitter. The money is there to afford one, the talent is there to trade for one, the need is there to make this an unarguable truth of the winter to come. Watching a team make up for its flaws by hitting four home runs, as Cleveland did last night, makes you understand what another big bat could be doing for the Twins right now — and needs to be doing for them in the future.

I noticed the Royals…

Have won five games in a row. I hope that total reaches 10 by the end of the weekend and they can ambush the White Sox.

I have no time…

For comments like this one from last night’s game: “And for you comedy fans, stay tuned here for plenty of ‘it doesn’t matter how far we’re down, we have the White Sox here for 3 next week’ comments from the usual Twins apologists.” Yeah, we get into some pretty good rumbles with each other about who’s to bless and who’s the blame for all that’s going on. But most of the people who wander through Section 220 have been with this team for 151 games, and if they want to find glimmers of hope in the darkness, that’s fine by me.

Oh, yeah, who won the contest???

You all should go back to yesterday’s  comments because the “mini-post” contest provided lots of entertainment — kind of like Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison, given what’s been going on lately.

But the judge has ruled: Third place goes to Jason for no other reason than his appreciation for my ability to work DeSean Jackson and Nick Punto into the same sentence. Second place goes to the people’s choice, Chris, for his contemporary reworking of the “Win Twins” song. (Also a big assist to Romer, which you’ll see a few comments below Chris, for his reworking of one awkward line.)

Honorable mention goes to The Situationer, who set the bar high with his entry early yesterday morning. And to Brandon J for his early-evening poetry. The judge highly recommends some of the entries that came in around 6 p.m. last night, especially the story of Dr. Don and his hunting dog. Go back and check ‘em out.

But the winner is… MudCat!!!! … for his reworking of another Minnesota anthem:

SKOL TWINKIES ! ! !

Skol Twinkies, let’s win this game!
Skol Twinkies, hope the Sox don’t do the same!
Go get a home run,
Then get some more runs,
Rock ‘em, Sock ‘em,
FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT ! ! !
Go Twinkies, run up the score!
T, DOUBLE-YOU, I, N, S! ! !
Skol Twinkies, LETS GO ! ! !

You all rule. Thanks for playing.

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