Friday. O's 7, Twins 3.
Saturday. Twins 8. O's 5.
Sunday. Twins 6, O's 3.
This entry posted by twayn, who is a big fan of breakfast.
The pre-game spread was laid out on folding tables at Camden Yards on Friday, a cornucopia of deli sandwiches, hamburgers, hotdogs, pizzas, barbequed ribs, deviled eggs, tuna noodle hot dish, chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and cream gravy, walleye fillets almandine, shrimp cocktail, lime Jell-O salad, and other sundry comestibles fit for a playoff contending team.
Little Nicky Punto, his tummy growling, flip-flopped down the buffet line wearing shower shoes, compression shorts, and batting practice jersey, filling his plate with an enthusiasm unrivaled since Matthew LeCroy was abducted by Nationals and forced to impersonate a catcher. At the end of the table, in odd contrast to the epicurean fare on the board, sat a lone box of cereal in generic packaging. On a sudden, uncharacteristic impulse that seemed to say, “Try it, Nicky, it’s good for you,” Punto put aside his plate, filled a bowl from the mysterious cereal box, grabbed a bottle of Grip ‘N Go milk and poured it on. But when he sat down, spoon in hand and ready to dig in, another impulse that felt much more natural stopped him. He sat staring blankly into the bowl.
“What’s this stuff?” asked Jason Bartlett, sliding into a chair beside Nicky.
“Some cereal,” said Punto. “It’s supposed to be good for you.”
“Did you try it?” asked Bartlett.
“I’m not going to try it,” said Punto, sliding the bowl to Bartlett. “You try it.”
“I’m not going to try it,” said Bartlett, sliding the bowl back.
“Let’s get Reusse!” said Punto.
“He won’t eat it,” Bartlett said. “He hates everything.”
At that moment Joe Nathan walked in, scanned the smorgasbord, glanced sidelong into Punto’s cereal bowl, then took three giant steps backward, his eyes wide with terror, his face reddening and his knees wobbling like a corseted Victorian matron suffering an attack of the vapors.
“Get away from it!” yelled Nathan. “For the love of Gwynn and all that is sacred, put down that spoon, Nicky, and step away from the table!”
“What’s the matter, Joe?” asked Punto.
“Do you know what that stuff is?” squealed Nathan.
“Some cereal,” said Punto. “It’s supposed to be….”
“That’s not cereal!” cried Nathan. “I mean, yes, it looks like part of a nutritious breakfast, but it’s not.”
“What is it, then?” asked Bartlett.
“It’s Hubris!” said Nathan, fanning himself with his cap.
“Hubris?” asked Little Nicky Punto.
“Hubris?” asked Jason Bartlett.
“Hubris!” exclaimed Joe Nathan.
By now several other players, roused by the commotion in the dining area, had gravitated toward the trio to investigate the cause of the ruckus.
“What’s going on?” asked Justin Morneau.
“Nicky was about to eat Hubris, and the VP freaked out,” said Bartlett.
“Hummus?” said Torii Hunter. “Man, I love that stuff on pita bread, you know, or sometimes with a little Melba Toast…”
“Not hummus, that’s a delicious paste made from mashed chickpeas, olive oil, garlic, lemon juice, and tahini” said Nathan, “This is Hubris.”
“Hubris?” said Joe Mauer. “What’s that? I’ve never heard of it.”
“No,” said Nathan, looking Mauer up and down, “I don’t suppose you have. But it’s terrible, terrible stuff. It’s like drugs, only worse. If you eat it, it will make you feel invincible.”
“What’s wrong with that?” asked Morneau, who sometimes feels invincible with a Louisville Slugger in his hands, even though his unassuming Canadian demeanor and an occasional slider off the outside corner keep him centered and humble and remind him quietly that he’s not really invincible, but quite good nevertheless.
“Yeah,” said Punto. “What’s wrong with being invincible?”
“Well, you’ll feel invincible,” said Nathan, “But you won’t be. You’ll be just like you always were, subject to the wild vagaries and unpredictable disappointing outcomes that are the core nature of the great game of baseball. Only you won’t realize it anymore, and then you’ll stop playing for the team first and cheering up your teammates, and you’ll become enamored of individual achievements and awards and you’ll turn selfish and arrogant, and you’ll come to believe you deserve to win just because of who you are and what uniform you wear and how much money you make and how storied is the history of your franchise and not how you play the game, and you won’t see how dangerous the Orioles and the Royals really are, and you’ll start thinking that all you have to do is show up and take the field and you’ll automatically win. And besides, it makes the baseball gods really, really mad.”
“How do you know so much about Hubris, Joe?” asked Morneau.
“Because Barry Bonds ate it all the time when I was with the Giants. He said it’s the perfect complement to a meal of HGH and Winstrol. Calls it the Breakfast of Home Run Champions. I’ve heard the Yankees keep cases of it in the clubhouse because Jeter and Giambi and Sheffield and most of the others eat it like candy.”
“What about the Bitch Sox?” asked Mauer. “Do they eat it, too?”
“They used to,” piped up Johan Santana, nodding his head knowingly. “Ozzie banned it last year, but I think a lot of them eat it now when he’s not looking. I’ve heard rumors that A.J. even sneaks some into Ozzie’s cachapas and tequenos as a prank.”
“Wow, this is bad,” said Mauer. “What do we do?”
“We have to get rid of it,” said Nathan. “We have to encase it in a block of cement, seal it in a lead-lined titanium safe, wrap it with industrial-strength chains and padlocks, and drop it into the deepest part of Chesapeake Bay.”
“That won’t work,” said Morneau. “Cuddy did that to himself this morning and he got out in, like, two minutes.”
“Couldn’t we just, you know, flush it down the toilet or something?” asked Bartlett.
“Sure, I guess that would work, too,” said Nathan. “But what I want to know is – how did it get here in the first place?”
Just then a wizened figure in the back of the room stepped out from a shadowy corner, his face lined with wrinkles, his hair a wild grey paean to eccentricity.
“I know where it came from,” said Rick Stelmaszek. “I was cleaning out a storage closet back at the Dome to make room for Sideshow’s autograph collection and found it in there. It was in a FedEx package addressed to Kyle Lohse, so it must have been delivered after he got traded. Someone probably loaded it up with the equipment when we left home.”
“Do you remember who sent it?” asked Nathan.
“Sure,” said Stelly. “The package said it came from some guy named Scott. Yeah, that’s it. Scott Boras, I’m pretty sure.”
“Well, get rid of it for us, Big Guy,” said Nathan, patting the grizzled gent on the back and handing him the cereal box. “The last thing we need around here right now is Hubris. Especially if it’s fortified with essential vitamins and minerals.”
“...I’ve heard rumors that A.J. even sneaks some into Ozzie’s cachapas and tequenos as a prank.”
Wonderful post, Twayn. And this cachapas and tequeños comment is a nice shout-out to all Venezuelans.
I have a theory that El Presidente, the Jackal, and Boo played poorly this week because of Chávez. I hope he quiets down during the playoffs.
Go Twins!
Posted by: Polga at September 24, 2006 07:19 PMI heard that Reusse starts every day with a heaping helping of sugar-frosted pork chops and washes them down with bitters.
Posted by: E-6 at September 24, 2006 07:19 PMOK, so when it got to the part where Torii talks about melba toast, i laughed so loudly that I had to close the shades to keep the pesky neighbor kids from leering at me. And then I laughed even louder when Cuddy got out of the box in like 2 minutes. kudos. And some fine baseball, as well!
Posted by: AT at September 24, 2006 07:20 PMHoly crap! Best article EVER. No joke. Great job.
Posted by: Joe at September 24, 2006 07:25 PMIs twayn a nom de plume in the Clemen's tradition, B.G.? I don't mean Clemon's.
Posted by: al at September 24, 2006 07:40 PMNicely done, Twayn. A good story and a great lesson for all of us: hubris is dangerous, but the banana you slice on top of it is still good for you.
Posted by: fiesta at September 24, 2006 07:42 PMYou've outdone yourself yet again, Twayn.
“That won’t work,” said Morneau. “Cuddy did that to himself this morning and he got out in, like, two minutes.”
Nearly peed myself.
Posted by: Carmen at September 24, 2006 09:17 PMNo wait, this is even better...
"I was cleaning out a storage closet back at the Dome to make room for Sideshow’s autograph collection"
Ah hell, I could do this all night. It's ALL good. Mad props.
Posted by: Carmen at September 24, 2006 09:19 PM“Cuddy did that to himself this morning and he got out in, like, two minutes.”
Nice job, Twayn. My neighbors no doubt heard my chuckling with the windows open.
I'm glad we identified the evil substance. I'm a little surprised, though, that Luscious Lohse ordered some of that stuff. Tsk Tsk.
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Hey Bat-Readers, can I call in a favor? My Ed Psych professor wants us to collect jokes from kids of differing ages, but I have limited contact with youngins on a college campus. I figured a few of my fellow Twins fans on Batgirl could help me with this one.
So if you have kids (up to the age of 18) and you can get their favorite cute/silly/corny/inappropriate jokes from them, would you mind emailing them to me? I would really appreciate it. (Please include their age in the email)
My cousin's 6 year old gave me this one: "Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? - He didn't have the guts!" Teehee.
Thanks so much,
Shelley
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Hey, BG. During the game today I saw a redhead holding a 'circle me bert' sign. I don't know what you look like but this redhead looked pretty sassy. Was it you?
Posted by: sld at September 24, 2006 10:54 PM“Let’s get Reusse!” said Punto.
“He won’t eat it,” Bartlett said. “He hates everything.”
Ho-ly hell. Good call. Nicely done with the Cuddy bit, too.
Who is Twayn? Is he someone that is not in fact bat-girl? That was a really, really good posting (agreed that the Cuddy line was brilliant).
Posted by: Pangloss at September 25, 2006 12:00 AMLOL, LNP *must* have been hungry if he didn't even bother putting on his pants before eating.
Next time, Go for the walleye, Tiny Superhero!
Posted by: Piranhtachew at September 25, 2006 12:24 AMgranted, i agree that reusse hates most things, and this entry cracked me up to no end.
but this is worth reading:
http://www.startribune.com/508/story/698418.html
Twayn,
It is nice to see someone remembering their Artistotle's rules for tragedy. The whole post was wonderful and I will give you the supreme compliment--it could have been writen by BatGirl her own self.
PS Dear Twins, please make sure that the Sox series means nothing to them.
Posted by: Sandee at September 25, 2006 01:35 AMTwayn is, as far as I know, a real live separate human being distinct from BG. But then again he/she could be an energy being masquerading as a human.
Which naturally leads to the question of just how many energy beings during the various incarnations of Star Trek? This isn't a betting site but what would you put the over under at for that? Naturally one would have to clarify just what one means by an energy being...for that matter one would have to clarify what one means by Star Trek. My opinion is that the first two seasons of STNG with the sailor suits without collars and Riker without a beard don't count and Star Trek Enterprise never happened.
Anyhoo - great post twayn! Let's clinch before the Bitch Sox come to town so that Brad can go out there at least one more time.
Posted by: Moe at September 25, 2006 01:42 AMForgive me if this has been all over the radio, but the blurb buried at the bottom of this ...
http://minnesota.twins.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20060925&content_id=1681344&vkey=news_min&fext=.jsp&c_id=min
... has a certain gutsy control pitcher penciled in for Closing Day. Bring me the fish glue!
Posted by: tgd at September 25, 2006 04:44 AMDear readers,
Twayn is a Batling who posts many a fine comment on this here baseball blog.
Sincerely,
Batgirl
“Hubris?” said Joe Mauer. “What’s that? I’ve never heard of it.”
Heh. Funnily true.
Posted by: Saajak at September 25, 2006 08:51 AMWell, folks, the streak continues - my son Cameron, all of 18 months and cute as the dickens, just attended his fifth Twins game yesterday at Camden Yards. As you know, the boys from Minnesota were victorious, as they have been in each of the games at which my darling boy has been present. Coincidence? Perhaps. But dare we ignore such a possibly with the playoffs looming? Dare we look the gift horse square in the bicuspids, or do we just strap on the saddle and ride? (Now there's a clumsy analogy for you, eh?) Nay, I say! (Ooh - now a bad horse pun after the bad analogy. Sorry.) What's I'm driving at is this - if y'all chipped in a few hundred bucks, some air fare, and a fistful of tickets, my son (who some might call a "lucky charm") and I would be more than delighted to travel to each and every Twins playoff game in 2006 to ensure our inexorable march to the world championship. I'm sure BG would be willing to coordinate the fundraising, and the contributions may even be tax deductible (see store for details). Yes, it's a big sacrifice Cameron and I are willing to make for all of you, but we're just trying to give back just a tiny bit (completely altruistically, of course) to you and to the valiant lads who have made this season so bloody wondrous. I leave the decision in your wise and capable hands, fellow Batlings. (Our bags are packed, though. So don't wait too long.)
Posted by: adidasman at September 25, 2006 09:11 AMWhile a lot could still happen in the coming week, it appears likely that our boys are on a collision course with the Evil Empire. This link will help you get your hate on:
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/writers/pete_mcentegart/09/22/ten.spot/index.html
Go Boof!
Posted by: E-6 at September 25, 2006 09:13 AMAnd Yankee fans devour hubris by the trough full. That's right, eat up, people.
*cackles maniacally*
Posted by: E-6 at September 25, 2006 09:18 AMNice try, Adidasguy. I'm 5-0 this year, too. And my benefit wouldn't need to raise money for air-fare. Just tickets, a new wardrobe, limo service, and, oh let's say, a 1500.00 per diem.
(There is no argument that your child is much cuter and/or adorable, however.)
Posted by: E-6 at September 25, 2006 09:32 AME-6, my son has never in his life been at a game in which the Twins lost. Can you say the same? I didn't think so...
Let the contributions begin!!!
Posted by: adidasman at September 25, 2006 10:02 AMtwayn,
That was great...more please!
This post was brilliant. There are so many one-liners for Twins fans it really hit the spot. The funniest part is that every word is very nearly true. From the Bonds and Yankees jabs to Cuddyer to Lohse and Boras. (Oh, and Reusse too!)
Well done!
Posted by: hrbekfan at September 25, 2006 10:40 AM"grabbed a bottle of Grip ‘N Go milk and poured it on"
LOL!
Posted by: Beth at September 25, 2006 10:51 AMManiacal cackling aside, I have never eaten a bowl of hubris, nor do I have plans to.
I do not like a lot of what I read in the SI article (though McEntegart does make a proviso differentiating lifelong Yankee fans from bandwagoner Yankee fans). Some fair points, but the necessity to stretch the list to 10 waters down the few defendable points he makes. He should have kept the list to 3, and made the article better.
As for #3 on his list, I couldn't help thinking about my participation on this site, and wondered whether I was unintentionally patronizing the Twins. If anyone gets that impression, please accept my apologies as I am not intending to do anything of the sort. My fears were somewhat allayed at the end of the point when McEntegart stated " I'd rather you showed my team some respect by hating it." As you all know I don't hate the Twins (I do not understand how any baseball-educated individual could *hate* them) but I think I respect them by, well, respecting them. That and fearing them in a short series...
Anyway, would love to see Radke close out a division title...that would be something.
Regards sans-hubris,
YankeeFan
Twayn: Outstanding post--remembered to move the diet coke away from the PC in the second paragraph--saving a major accident during the Yankkees, Bonds and Cuddy parts.
Anna: Thnx for the link to the Reusse article on behalf of us out-of-towners.
DAM
Posted by: DAM-DC Twins Fan at September 25, 2006 11:40 AMLOL- much funnies this morning =)
Thanks Twayn!
If you missed the news this morning -
The Good Doctor - NBP- DJ Cuddles were all asked what's on your ipod -
Everyone said a little bit of everything -country- rock - hip hop- rap ect..
THO:
The Doc leans towards Alternative Tunes - he even has some classic tunes - but he does not enjoy the warbling of Jessica Simpson - who would?!?
NBP - likes the country tunes - but in his spare time he is a part-time rapper - =)
DJ Cuddles didn't pick out any genre in particular - but when asked about anything by Clay Aiken - he paused and said well maybe a Christmas tune.
If Rondell - doesn't want his sexy back - maybe Michael can - he said he got some Justin Timberlake too!
Well magic Number is 2 - Go Cleveland - I'd like to have a mini celebration at the Dome tonight =)
Much Love
Wonder Woman
Dearest Yankee Fan,
If every baseball fan were like you--no, if every human being were like you--the world would be a better place.
Sincerely,
Batgirl
Twayn's post is truly a brilliant piece of writing. I was at scenic Newark airport last night, awaiting the hotel shuttle, when I decided to pass the time by bringing up the BG site on my cellphone. I stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by a throng of weary travelers, and read Twayn's post on the tiny little cellphone screen. I smiled broadly at the beginning and then, as I read on, found myself bursting out loud in laughter not a few times. Sure wish I could have seen the game.
And to the Bat-folk: I also feel like I'm missing out on a really good joke because I didn't get the Cuddyer reference. Anyone care to point me in the right direction?
Keep up the good work everyone. We are in a "No Hubris" zone--and it is a good place to be.
Dear Ms. Chick,
Cuddy is a magician.
Helpfully,
Batgirl
Loved the Reusse comment. I would pay big money to watch someone force him to eat a salad. What would the over under be on the time it would take him to run (or should I say drag his fat ass) one mile? I am thinking at best 20 minutes...
Posted by: Jon at September 25, 2006 12:13 PMGreat post, twayn... sent me to bed laughing last night!
YF: If you dont understand how anyone could hate the Twins, you haven't met many WhiteSox fans... but then you did say you didn't understand how any "baseball-educated individual" could hate them, so I guess that leaves out southsiders anyway. As for the SI article and Yankee fans in general, I agree that the author's first 3 points are really at the heart of the point. I guess he felt the need to make up 7 more to fill inches. I'm not big on Yankee fans as a group either, but I will add that at least Yankee fans have good reason to be arrogant... unlike Cub fans who have somehow turned an organizational inferiority complex in to fans feeling superior to everyone else. Very odd.
JetChick, check out http://www.startribune.com/509/story/685969.html for an article about Cuddyer and his magic tricks (not to mention some insight in to his fiance). Nice article from a couple weeks back.
Now, let's close out the BitchSox, let all the losers in the league play out their meaningless seasons and get on with the "real" season... the playoffs! (See, I can adapt a superior attitude, too. It's not all that hard :)
JC
Posted by: JimCrikket at September 25, 2006 01:18 PMI admire your flexibility, JC. Maybe the occasional spoonful of hubris isn't all that dangerous...everything in moderation.
I think the fact that the SI article was written by an acknowledged Mets fan requires it to be taken with the proverbial grain of salt - don't you, YF? Still, it does drone on a bit too long. I must say, though, that many of your ilk are already attacking me with the usual "oh, we're going to pound the Twins into pulp - there's no way you can even hope to compete with our overwhelming lineup of future Hall of Famers!" tripe; sad to say, most Yankees fans lack your tact (not to mention your ability to construct lucid sentences, but that's another issue entirely). And it seems most have forgotten that the teams split the season series; they think we're still in the old days of the Yankees dominating the Twins on a regular basis. I guess the only way the talking will cease is for the Twins to beat the Bombers straight up - although then there'll be the usual grousing about injuries and "we took them too lightly" and all that. Or maybe they'll just blame Nim-Rod.
Posted by: adidasman at September 25, 2006 02:47 PMI just read the SI article about hating the Yankees. I don't necessarily think that the majority of the reasons were "filler." Rather, it is quite evident--even proclaimed--that the author is EXTREMELY bitter. However, I do not have a problem with this bitterness, and I have my own reasons for hating the Yankees--some of which are the same.
1. Arrogant Yankees fans. I have a friend who is a die-hard, and he continually uses the following line whenever he wants to end an argument on a high note, "The 50th pennant is always the hardest."
2. Patronizing media. It galls me to no end that the media seems to coddle the Yankees every year from beginning to end. The hype is enough to make my skin crawl.
3. Overhype of individual players/managers. I guess Torre is good, but GOOD to me is what Leyland and Gardenhire are doing. The Yankees are expected to make the playoffs every year--with or without Torre/some of their stars. This year neither the Twins nor the Tigers were predicted to make it, and you could say both are making it with a ragtag bunch of guys (and a record very similar to the Yankees!)
4. George Steinbrenner.
5. And, of course, the desire to win at all costs. It's a great desire, but when it involves going to great lengths to UBER-outspend every other team in baseball it starts to take away from the sport itself. Sure it makes victory that much sweeter for the little guys, but it doesn't stop me from despising the whole concept. (In all fairness, our owner can be criticized for the exact opposite approach. I don't like that either.) I don't want to be a "baseball socialist" but there ought to be limits.
And all of this said, I like all the Yankee history. "Pride of the Yankees" is a great movie, and some of those guys were true baseball heroes/legends. It's the modern "Yankee way" that has me cheering for the other team. GO TWINS!!
Posted by: hrbekfan at September 25, 2006 02:59 PMGood one Twayn.
Well I am going to the game tonight, but I am however, due to some eveil twist of fait, with-out a voice. But I will be there holding a sign and claping loudly for our boys.
Torii Hunter named co-player of the week. Go sweetcheeks. Click on my name for the link
Posted by: californiamaki at September 25, 2006 03:22 PMadidasman, the thing that just makes me shake my head about those Yankee fans you referred to is that immediately after telling us that the Yankees' team of "future Hall of Famers" will pound the Twins (or anyone else) in to the ground, they also will spew on about how Jeter deserves the MVP for carrying the team "on his shoulders" this year.
I mean... which is it? Is your team full of great players or do you have one guy carrying it?
Of course, the answer MIGHT just be, "it's a team of underachieving future Hall of Famers on paper with one guy having a pretty decent year, but it's still the Yankees and it's still Jeter so they'll win the World Series and he'll be MVP."
And don't even get me started on Torre. You or I could manage that team to 85 wins a year without breaking a sweat. So with him managing instead of me, they win 10 more. Way to go, Joe. The only thing he brings to the table is (a) an ability to manage the media and (b) the ability to tolerate the owner without stressing too much about it. It's perfect for him because he can handle those two functions easily and never have to actually "manage" anything related to the ballgame itself. He'd be lucky to finish at .500 with virtually any other team in baseball.
Posted by: JimCrikket at September 25, 2006 04:00 PMWell, of course, all those future Hall of Famers have been hurt this year (fortunately, they all qualify for Medicare and haven't had to pay anything out of pocket), which is why poor Derek has had to step up and help out his ragtag bunch of journeymen (you know - Johnny Damon, Bernie Williams, Jorge Posada, Jason Giambi, Alex Rodriguez, etc.) in their most desperate hour. If not for Derek, the Yankees would just be another $200 million sub-.500 team, duking it out with Baltimore and Tampa for last place. Oh, and he does have that great new fragrance, with hints of citrus and elderberry and sackcloth and ashes. Does Justin Morneau have a fragrance? No??? Well, then, how valuable can he possibly be?
Posted by: adidasman at September 25, 2006 04:15 PMThat Torii is one classy guy.
The biggest problem the Twins face: to party when they grab the wild card or wait for a possible division title to let loose? Torii Hunter wants to go now: "If the team doesn't throw us a party, we're going to have our own party. We just won't get a boat and invite Viking players." Ahh, good plan.
--SI's Power Rankings released today
HAHAHA that's why I love torii. ahh he's so great.
Posted by: gina at September 25, 2006 05:08 PM“I’m not going to try it,” said Bartlett, sliding the bowl back.
“Let’s get Reusse!” said Punto.
“He won’t eat it,” Bartlett said. “He hates everything.”
AHAHAHA!! That is SOOO true! I only read his stupid columns for fun.
Posted by: TwinsPrincess at September 25, 2006 06:19 PMFabulous post twayn. I always enjoy your stories. I'm not sure if you're an author like our own BG but you definitely could be if you set your mind to it.
Although I thoroughly enjoyed this post, it is not my all time favorite. That honor goes to the Chris Benson/Key Party post from early 2005 (I think). I was laughing so hard I literally did fall off my chair.
Go Twins!
I can't believe Gardy/TR/Carl et al wouldn't let the boys break lose with some champagne once they make the playoffs. I know you want to go for the Division, but even the Tigers celebrated, and they're AHEAD in the division!
and adidasman, I was in Alaska a couple years ago and I could swear I saw a bottle of "eau de moose" at one of the gift shops in Anchorage. Sounds like something Doc's agent should look in to for a possible endorsement deal... thus erasing the last (some would say only) objective advantage Jeter has in the MVP race.
Posted by: JimCrikket at September 25, 2006 06:29 PMhttp://www.bat-girl.com/archives/000370.php
Here's the link for that post. I guess it was from 2004. Beware that the humor is a bit risque. If you're easily offended, don't read it.
Posted by: Jaguar at September 25, 2006 06:38 PMAs if getting Boof, Franchise and Joe in return for AJ wasn't enough, our beloved ex-Twin apparently has decided he hasn't done enough yet for the Twins...
Error in the bottom of the first by AJ leads to 3 unearned Tribe runs. 4-1 Cleveland after one inning (and AJ, the gift that keeps on giving, strikes out in the top of the second).
This could be the night!
Posted by: JimCrikket at September 25, 2006 06:40 PMYankeefan--Perhaps the phrase "get your hate on" was a poor choice. I was only quoting the author. I'm in complete agreement that all fans should be as gracious and knowedgable as you (and Tiger booster KenK.) Both of you write passionately about your teams, and baseball in general. You show a healthy respect for the Twins and their fans. I personally think it's great that you and other non-Twin fans genuinely enjoy visiting this site. Mea culpa. (I was only looking to rile up the faithful for what promises to be a nail-biting few weeks.)
Sincerely, E-6
ps--Just so you know, I defended Jeter a few weeks back on this very site.
Posted by: E-6 at September 25, 2006 06:42 PMIt was awesome, yesterday, to hear all those Twins fans at Camden cheering "Lewwwwwwwww..."
But even more awesome was seeing the funny looks they were getting from the Orioles fans who clearly couldn't figure out why they were booing their own guy.
Posted by: Nokomikon at September 25, 2006 07:40 PMSox get thumped...let's get it done!!!
Posted by: Pat at September 25, 2006 09:15 PMThe Cuddy insert was ingenius. A brilliant peace of writing. Brilliant!!!!
Posted by: Elle at September 25, 2006 10:55 PMRemember to vote for Veep!
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Actually, Flushing something (other than what should be flushed) down the toilet is *discouraged* these days since it pollutes the water.
I'd advise our lads to forward the package to Cincy.
Posted by: Piranhtachew at September 26, 2006 01:05 AM