Monday: Twins 2 - Oakland 3
Tuesday: in progress (final: Twins 13 - Oakland 2)
Yesterday, I really wanted to give Nick Blackburn a hug (ok, I can't really think of a time when I don't want to give Nick Blackburn a hug, but even more so yesterday). It kind of sucked that his first pitch was smacked for a homerun. I can imagine that put him in a bad mood from the get go. I know it put me in a bad mood from the get go. But he wound up pitching pretty well, and went eight innings. A little more run support would've been nice.
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I have to keep reminding myself that yesterday's loss wasn't the end of the world. For some reason, some losses are harder to take than others; I don't know why that one was. Was it because the A's are so awful that we really should win? Was it because I disagreed with the umpire for about three-quarters of the game? Was it because the Twins looked so blah? Was it because the White Sox were playing, and beating, the Mariners to take the lead in the division? Was it because I think I can play left-field better than Delmon Young? Was it because Brendan Harris really needed to take the stinking bat off his shoulder?
Yeah, pretty much all that.
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Well, crappola. Here we go again with giving up a lead-off homerun again. STOP IT!
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Speaking of disagreeing with umpires, I have some things to say...
Last night: How do you call Joe Mauer out on strikes? Don't you know who he is? He's Joe Freaking Mauer! He doesn't take strike three. He knows the strike zone better than you do, moron.
Tonight: Wow! I respectfully request that you give my pitcher that call. I mean, if Justin Morneau can't reach it, and you're calling it a strike, I bet Kevin Slowey would appreciate that same advantage.
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So the Twins' preferred hand specialist must be enjoying the job security afforded him by the boys. Poor Adam "Adam" Everett got plunked in the hand by a foul ball while he was sitting innocently in the dugout. I'm telling you... Oven Mitts for everyone.
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Botton 2nd: Nice jack, BuschMan! And nice RBI triple, D-Span!
Top 3rd: And sweeeet play, Li'l Nicky!
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Will someone please cast a hex/jinx/spell/curse on the White Sox? I mean seriously, they aren't really this good, are they?
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Bottom 3rd: Run Randy, run! Good job, Randy. Now go get some oxygen.
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Bottom 5th: Ha! Go-Go hit a Ho-Ho!
(I hope that didn't come across too creepy. I meant it in the most innocent way possible. Really.)
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Mid 7th: So with all the hitting, and the running, and the scoring and everything, the superhero of the game is K-Slo. Twelve Ks in seven innings. Nice job, honey. And nice game, guys.
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Blog Update: I'm going on a business trip for the rest of the week. I'll be back Sunday. Dear Twins, please please please, take care of the California teams, 'k?
3 comments:
Okay, this is TOTALLY not baseball related but I saw your post on Alright Hamilton where you professed your love of Duff and Geoff from Ace of Cakes. Girl, I "heart" them too! Finally, someone who gets it!
Hahaha...I just had to share!
I know! Don't you just want to work at Charm City Cakes? It seems like it would be so much fun. I love listening to Duff's laugh. But I also love Geoff's dry sense of humor.
Yes! I wouldn't be very good though because I am a sucker for frosting...I would be fired. I found a youtube video of Geoff singing...he's awesome.
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