Now That's Better

It was good game. Of course, every win is a good game. A rundown of my thoughts by inning:

1^st The picture-in-picture view shall from now on be known as "Go-Go Cam".
2^nd The new manager for the Royals looks like Billy Bob Thornton.
2^nd I wonder if Go-Go has a rug burn on his bum from sliding around centerfield.
2^nd That Telly guy is new, isn't he? I mean new to broadcasting. Of any kind.
3^rd Sure, Justin gets his hit and RBI, and Cuddy gets hurt. Please be ok Cuddyhoney.
4^th Oh Adam, what a squeeze.

[Then I sat with my son, mini-bro, and spent time looking at his baseball cards. We had some laughs looking some of the cards from the '80s and early '90s -- he found Storm Davis as a Royal, which was a hoot. We were still watching the Twins game, but not intently. But then again, nothing terribly exciting happened anyways.]

9^th "Joe, no interesting!" (I always say that when he takes the mound). "Good. Good. Crap. Ok, no MORE interesting. C'mon Joe. Joe, please. YES!"

Finally, the "Let Me Make Sure I Have All My Teeth" moments of the game:
Either in the seventh or eighth, the home plate umpire suffered a direct-hit foul ball off the mask. Hard. Then in the ninth, same thing happened to Joe Mauer. That's gotta hurt!

P.S. to Cuddyhoney: I can't say this enough -- please, please, please be ok!