Just Another Day

Are you sitting down? You should sit down. This is going to come as something of a shock.

You know the Twins? The Minnesota Twins?

They won a road game.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Settle down! No need to start packing for the Apocalypse just yet. Now, if they should win the series, then by all means do start scanning the horizon for horsemen.

It was an epic pitchers' duel, hearkening back to the great Santana/Schilling matchup of '06, made all the more dramatic by the thunder and lightning and Biblical amounts of rain outside the window for those of us watching in the Twin Cities metro.

The young guns on the mound were stupendous. For the Twins the 'Cisco Kid was sitting the bitches down left and right, right and left, and even the occasional switch. And our batters faced Pirates' pitcher Ian Snell with this look on their face like "huh??" after every pitch. There was remarkably little assbattery involved, really.

Digression: I noticed early in the game that Cuddyer looks like he hasn't slept in a week. And not the good kind of not sleeping in a week, either. What's up with that? Infield needs a scoop!

But, you see, 'Cisco made a wee tiny mistake in the third, and there was a runner on, and then inning after inning went by and nobody who wasn't a pitcher did nothin'. And it was starting to look a lot like just another day on the road for the Twins. To wit, a loss.

Especially in the 6th when 'Cisco fielded a bunt and kinda overthrew it in the Doctor's general direction and the runner moved to second with one out. But 'Cisco is 'Cisco, and he doesn't give a fig for your runners in scoring position, oh no. He just got himself two outs and left the guy standing there at second wondering if everyone had forgotten about him. They had.

But then in the 7th, all of a sudden, our boys solved the puzzle of Ian Snell. LNP walked. The Chairman singled (naturally). He Who Sleepeth Not doubled and LNP scored. Thus endeth the shutout. Yay!

Next the good Doctor hit a sacrifice fly (because he cares nothing for personal glory; the team is all), and the Chairman came home and we were TIED. Wow.

And then Sweetcheeks came up with one out and a runner on third and I admit I kind of put my hands over my eyes. But Dick said something about a single and I looked up just in time to see Cuddy cross the plate.

So the Twins were leading 3-2 and Snell got the hook and Damaso Marte came on and did what he usually does to the Twins, curse him, which is send them back to the dugout. 'Cisco came back out for one more inning, which turned out to be just long enough for him to get one more strikeout and reach a career-high eleven Ks.

"Just another day," Liriano said. "I strike out a lot of people."

Just another day for YOU, 'Cisco. You and your Santana-like hotness. But a very special day for us fans back home.

So the ninth rolls around and we still have a lead and poor worn-out Nathanator is warming in the pen, which I don't understand because Boo did great in the 8th. So I think to myself, I think, "Self, we need some more runs. If only to give poor Joe a little wiggle room. Or twitch room, as the case may be."

Well, the good Doctor and Sweetcheeks must have been thinking along the same lines, because they both singled. And Lewwwwwww came up and put a decent bunt down third base way, which is good 'cause Gardy had this cute little cocktail dress with matching heels all ready for Lew to wear back to the hotel if he didn't, and then...

...my cable went out.

%$!# storm.

Of course WCCO radio had turned into the Weather Channel while I wasn't looking, so I crossed my fingers and turned on my computer in the middle of an elecrical storm. And I'd like to say I did it for you, dear readers, but that would be untrue. My cable went out with runners in scoring position and I had to know what happened.

And Gameday told me that they walked my boy Bartlett because he's dangerous with that bat, I tell ya. Then the Pirates changed pitchers, and the new guy walked Rondell White with the bases loaded. We had a TWO run lead! And then there was some striking out.

So the Nathanator comes on, and I'm a little worried because frankly he threw more pitches the night before than he had in the entire month of April. But I should not have worried, because he is the Nathanator and 1-2-3! The Pirates got Nathanated.

And the Twins won. On the road.

It's true.

Posted by infield at June 17, 2006 08:23 AM
Comments

woo hoo! a weekend entry!

Posted by: aurora at June 17, 2006 09:18 AM

Infield, if your cable went out right after the Lewwwww bunt, you may have missed the reception he got in the dugout... you'd have thought he jacked a 3 run dinger! He virtually walked a gauntlet through the dugout as team mates welcomed home the hero of the moment. Gardy appeared to turn and say something to him as he walked past (probably something to the effect of "I guess the cocktail dress and matching heels will wait a while") but whatever it was, it didn't wipe the huge smile from Fordwalker's face.

Posted by: JimCrikket at June 17, 2006 10:04 AM

Infield, it sounds like your cable went out as our satellite was coming back. We missed most of the 7th and the bottom of the 8th through the 9th, but got to see the insurance run. Stupid weather.

Great game, though. Five in a row? A winning streak? What's that? Are teams allowed to do such a thing? Nice.

Posted by: joel. at June 17, 2006 10:15 AM

Jim,

Lew had just gotten back to the very top of the dugout, grinning like a loon, when the screen went black. :(

Posted by: infield at June 17, 2006 10:24 AM

Infield,
Well he never lost that grin all the way through the dugout. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up with that same grin plastered on his face this morning.

Posted by: JimCrikket at June 17, 2006 10:28 AM

"I can bunt! I can bunt! It's like a dream come true!"

Posted by: infield at June 17, 2006 10:49 AM

he should be called fansisco.

Posted by: ladedah at June 17, 2006 11:06 AM

Clever, lededah. I like it.

I got to see our fantasmastic comeback in the 7th (cried out in joy when Sweetcheeks singled instead of popping it up or grounding it into a double play)... fell asleep during the 8th... woke up in the 9th but don't know if I was coherent enough to see us score run number four and then my satellite, too, went out. I didn't bother putting the radio on 'CCO because I had a feeling the boys had it in the bag.

Hey, you guys... did anyone notice that our record is nearing .500?? Are we still 11 games out? Yes, but we are in THIRD place. I'm cautiously giddy right now.

Posted by: Shelley at June 17, 2006 11:40 AM

This scoop just in:
'Michael Cuddyer has spent the last week pondering his existence late into the night after several post-game BP sessions. 'I hit 1 grand slam, and no BOD. I hit another one, still no BOD. I hit another Homer just for good measure - nothing. What must I do? I'm as cute & cuddly as I can be, yet I get no love from the BODSHC' he was heard to say as he popped some more Vivrin and headed for the batting cage yet again.

Posted by: Jaguar at June 17, 2006 11:57 AM

Hmm - perhaps Michael is worried that Nick will be wearing the green speedo instead of a nice ensemble at his (Michael's) future wedding???

Let 's go Boof =)


Much Love
Wonder Woman

Posted by: wonder woman at June 17, 2006 12:30 PM

hi, dave overlund here. I would just like to formally request that Francisco Liriano be referred to from here on out as "the F-Bomb." thanks for your consideration.

Posted by: Ovie at June 17, 2006 12:30 PM

"It was an epic pitchers' duel, hearkening back to the great Santana/Schilling matchup of '06"

In my old age, I barely remember such times of long long ago. ;)

"made all the more dramatic by the thunder and lightning and Biblical amounts of rain outside the window for those of us watching in the Twin Cities metro. "

See, my TV was out, and the radio had also turned into the Weather Channel (Who care how many trees are down in Eau Claire? If there's no CURRENT danger why are we still listening to the liquor truck guy describing the aftermath?)

...anyway...

I thought Lohse had come out to pitch. The weather outside seemed appropriate for such things.

Posted by: Torhu at June 17, 2006 12:48 PM

Infield, I have noticed the sleepless look on Cuddles's face before. I am hoping he is one of those person who shows it if he is, say, one hour short of z's the night before. But I can't help but worry about the boy.

Posted by: Word Smith at June 17, 2006 04:28 PM

Clearly, ovie, the 'Cisco Kid cannot be referred to as "F-bomb". Too unsassy. But he can drop F-bombs all he wants. Bitches sit down for El Presidente. Bitches get F-bombed by 'Cisco. You get credit.

Posted by: brianS at June 17, 2006 05:58 PM

My son was at the game so we just lit some candles and called him tp get the play-by-play!

Posted by: PJStP at June 17, 2006 08:42 PM

psst... Jaguar, no BOD in Twins losses. if the Twins had won those Cuddy Slam games, you can bet he would have been BOD, 'cause Batgirl promised.

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