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Swept away.

I don’t wanna talk about the game last night.  In fact, let’s just pretend this last series didn’t happen.  So, YAY, WE SWEPT THE WHITE SOX!
So, to cheer the female (and some male, not that there’s anything wrong with that) Twins fans up after this slaughter, I present:
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Joe.  Mauer.
Okay, okay, just two things about the game last night: Morneaumer and Cabrera’s home run.  Good times.

Touched by some Angels.

1B: Morneau

2B: Punto

3B: Crede

SS: CABRERA!

RF: Span

CF: Gomez

LF: Young

C: Redmond

DH: Mauer

PITCHING:

- Swarzak

- Dickey

- Keppel

- Crain

PRE-GAME:

Please, for the love of all that is baseball, don’t let us choke like we did last night … 

35W bridge collapse, now two years ago … I remember hearing about it and immediately wondering where my dad was and where my friends who live in Mpls were.  Luckily all were okay.  Oh, and by the way I guess we have a new shortstop …

Also, this lineup is inneresting.  Young is back in the game after like dropping off the face of the Earth.  Baby Nicky is taking over 2nd, making room for New Jack Cabrera at short.  Also, Redmond is behind home plate, and Mauer takes over the designated hitter spot.

TOP O’ THE FIRST:

Um, that was quick.

BOTTOM O’ THE FIRST (0-0):

Cabrera gets a nice round of applause from the crowd.  That’s Minnesota Nice for you.  Ooh, and he has a nice little bat-wavy-thing pre-swing.  But he’s out.  Aw.

Anyone else notice yesterday that the guys seem to have gotten haircuts and tamed the weird facial hair?  Mauer looks freshly cut, Crede is missing his shagginess and little goatee thing, and I think it was Crain who had less of his weird chin-beard thing as well.

Aaand another 1-2-3 situation.  NEAT.

TOP O’ THE SECOND (0-0):

“He said yesterday, ‘Who doesn’t like M&Ms?’” Little LaPanta reporter guy said, apparently quoting Cabrera, who sat by Mauer and Morneau during his first stretch with the team and were the first teammates he talked to.  Uhhh … 

AHHH!  Crede totally fumbles with the ball on an easy play to first for the second out.  Not my Jooeee!

Aww, Torii says that although he likes it out west with the Angels, he still considers Minnesota “home.”  COME BACK!

Oh, damn.  Two runs scored.

BOTTOM O’ THE SECOND (2-0, Angels):

Oh, Harris, lookin’ fine in the dugout.

“Hi, pretty girl,” said Bert to a little girl that was all up in the camera.  CUTE!

Redmond hits in a run, and Gomez gets a triple to bring Redmond in, tying the game. Niiiice.

TOP O’ THE THIRD (2-2):

Gross, three runs scored.  A nice double play to end it.

BOTTOM O’ THE THIRD (5-2, Angels):

Cabrera shows his worth with a badass double down the right foul line, taking Span to 3rd.  Looove it!

Mauer bats in Span, and Morneau bats in Cabrera.  We’re catching up, 4-5!

TOP O’ THE FOURTH (5-4, Angels):

Oh neat, another run.  Bye bye, Swarzak.  Hello … Dickey??  Oh God, here we go …

ARE YOU KIDDING?? LOADED BASES??!!  WHY do we have to have an absolutely defective pitching staff?  Well, the inning ends without more damage, but REALLY, R.A.??  I’m gonna vom all over the place if this keeps up.

BOTTOM O’ THE FOURTH (6-4, Angels):

Okay, just gotta get this off my chest: Chone Figgins is arguably the best name in baseball.  

Gomez steals 2nd, but the ball gets away from the 2nd baseman and Gomez gets nailed in the face.  Ouch.  But he’s okay, folks.

TOP O’ THE FIFTH (6-4, Angels):

Um … weird that I’m saying this now, but … well done, Dickey.

BOTTOM O’ THE FIFTH (6-4, Angels):

Eh.

TOP O’ THE SIXTH (6-4, Angels):

3-run homer.  I need a Xanax.

OH PERFECT, A SOLO HOME RUN.

Am I having a nightmare?  Another home run this inning.

BOTTOM O’ THE SIXTH (11-4, Angels):

I’ve pretty much resigned from watching the game, and instead I am looking online for lamp shades.  That’s right.

Redmond = beast.

TOP O’ THE SEVENTH (11-4, Angels):

The top of the inning is ended by an AMAZING catch by Gomez waaaaay back in center field.  Dude is pure gold.

BOTTOM O’ THE SEVENTH (11-4, Angels):

MORNEAUMER!!!  Awesome.

BOTTOM O’ THE EIGHTH (11-5, Angels):

Whoa whoa whoa WHOA … Punto scores and Span makes it to 3rd?  DANG.

The crowd’s busting out the rally caps, but in vain … Mauer pops one up for the third out.

TOP O’ THE NINTH (11-6, Angels):

Nice work, boys.  FINALLY.

BOTTOM O’ THE NINTH (11-6, Angels):

Hm.  Nothing notable, other than the game is over and we’re back at 500.  Grrrrreat!

FINAL:

11-6, Angels.

VERDICT:

My concern is with poor new guy Cabrera.  

“Hey Orlando, we’re gonna trade you to the Twins.”

“Oh … okay.”

“Yeah, trust us, it’ll be great.  You’ll take the team to new heights.”

“If you say so.  Hello, Minnesota!”

[after tonight's game]

“Hey guys?  Um … is it too late to jump ship?  Yeah?  Daaaamn.”

So welcome, new guy.  Welcome to a team of awful pitching, questionable fielding and hot-and-cold batting.  Enjoy your stay!

But, hey, there were still some highlights.  

1.  Morneaumer

2. Redmond, getting all beasty.

3. Cabrera looking pretty good on the field and at bat

4. Little Nicky Punto with some good hits.

5. Chone Figgins is a real name and person. 

So here’s to tomorrow’s game, which will contain less fail – hopefully.

Wins, losses, and roadtrippin’.

Sweet Jesus, I bet all three of you that still read this were scared I’d given up or was living on the streets or you actually never thought about it until now.  

Well, I’ve been on a roadtrip with my brother and his wife for two weeks through the northeast; we went up to Toronto, over to Montreal (OUI!), down through Vermont, New Hampshire, and Connecticut to Boston, on to New York City, and then through Philly to end up back in Minneapolis for Thursday’s Twins game against the White Sox (I bet you though I was going off on some tangent about my life unrelated to baseball.  No, sirs and madams, baseball is what makes my sad little life bearable).
I actually tried my best to see and take pictures of the ballparks we passed … but that was mostly in vain.
[I pre-apologize for the wonky long-ness of the pictures.  Please fix that, MLBlogs.  You're killin' me.]
TORONTO – Rogers Centre:
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This thing looked awesome from the street and even more awesome a billion feet up in the CN Tower. 
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The Blue Jays have a pretty snazzy park.  And “Centre?” Yes, centRE, from the land of maple syrup, French Canadians, and Justin Morneau.  Gotta love it.
Obviously, the Expos don’t exist in Montreal anymore, as they are now the team forever known as the “NATINALS.” But I did see Fenway and could’ve walked over there from the MFA Boston.  Alas, my travel companions weren’t into that idea.
In New York, I was too scared to try to figure out where the stadium was.  Bronx?  Brooklyn?? We were staying in Manhattan right by Central Park, if that tells you anything.  If I would’ve went anywhere beyond Manhattan I would’ve curled in a ball and cried.
PHILADELPHIA – Citizen’s Bank Park
Philthadelphia.  The dirty little city that could.  As we drove in, we could see not only the park for the Phillies but also the stadium for the Eagles.  Or whatever they’re called – I’m no football fan.
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After that, I didn’t see anything but U.S. Cellular Field in Chicago, which randomly appeared as I was trying to drive and not die on I-90.  As I passed, I yelled, “THANKS FOR JOE CREDE!” … I hope they heard.
MINNEAPOLIS – Metrodome
And of course, at the end of my journey through the lands of poutine, chowder, street-vendor hotdogs, and cheese-steaks, I came home to the largest inflatable toilet in North America: my beloved Metrodome.
We had killer seats, thanks to State Farm (my dad works there); we were six rows back from the warmup mound of the White Sox.  Like 30 feet away from me were Contreras, WiIliams, Pena, and Jenks. 
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But then, like a glowing yellow beacon in the night and illicits boos from here to Indonesia, came … PIERZYNSKI.
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Don’t worry, I made sure to tell him loudly how delightful his hair color was.
So, we managed to sweep the Sox after winning one of the four games against the Angels and totally choking twice against the A’s.  And, although we took the series against the Rangers, no C.J. Wilsons were harmed, THANK GOD.
And speaking of the A’s, it looks like we took Cabrera.  Holy Moses – a REAL shortstop!  Kidding, I still love Little Nicky Punto, but this should be … interesting.
Rematch against the Angels tonight.  Scared?  I am.

Baby, come back.

Looks like Dreamyburns might be back in the game in May:


We’ll see where we’re at and how he’s feeling,” Gardenhire said. “If he looks like he’s ready to head this way then we’ll do it. If not, we give him a few more days.”

FINALLY.  And if he’s gonna pull this “oh nooo I sprained my ovary” crap all season, I am TOTALLY calling off our engagement.

Also, it’s the top of the 8th, and we’re ahead of the Angels 3-1.  LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY.
UPDATE:
Yeah we won, 3-1, no big deal.  Next we deal with the Red Sox … ohhh boy.

Work that cycle, Kubes!

Oh em gee, JASON KUBEL!  LAST NIGHT.  11-9!  SWOON!

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