And six months later... (Bill)
The Twins make me so f'ing happy right now, I don't know what else to say.
But since I haven't written since March, I should mention that I had the greatest summer ever and am going to go work in Chicago after I graduate in May. (Which I'm not looking forward to. The graduation, not the Chicago. I just like it here.)
But back to those Twins. It was a season that was preceded by the death of the team's icon and began with one of the most ill-conceived starting lineups in recent memory. They started with a 25-33 record. The team is managed by a monkey of average monkey intelligence and has suffered serious injuries to its second- (or arguably first) and third-best starting pitchers, from whom the dropoff to the fourth best is like the dropoff from the Lord of The Rings trilogy to the next-best movie about a heroic midget with hairy feet. And yet they've come through all that to post the team's best record since 1970 and surpass the teams that looked like the two best in the Majors about a month ago. And they have a 23 year-old who just became the first catcher ever to lead the AL or the whole Majors in batting, and they have the sure-fire Cy Young and likely (though perhaps undeserved) MVP.
Man, life is good today. Bring on those A's. And then, hopefully, the Tigers, after their improbable five-game upset of the scary, scary Yankees.