Monday — Royals 4 - Twins 5
Tuesday — Royals 3 - Twins 10
Wednesday — Royals 3 - Twins 4
Record: 83-57; 5.5 games ahead
Ok, so all this winning, along with the smattering of losing by the White Sox, has me pretty excited. Actually, I'm downright confident — which has me scared.
You see, I have this feeling that the baseball gods must be enjoying some kind of vacation or taking a long nap or something, because how else would this be happening? I mean, not only do the Twins have a slight lead in the division, but they also are barking at the heels of the Rays and the Yankees. This never happens. Ever.
Usually in September, the Twins are scratching and clawing and praying for help just to make it to the end of the month with a respectable position. And, for the last two years, all that scratching and clawing and praying for help rewarded them with the need to play a "163." Sigh.
Clearly, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I'm happy, but I'm afraid to show it. If I hoot and holler too much, those fickle baseball gods may wake up, figure out that something's askew, and slap a nasty losing streak on my ass. For kicks and giggles. And spite. Spite doesn't feel good.
So, for now anyway, I'll be golf-clapping for the good things. And I hope the baseball gods are comfortable.