I don’t have the energy to write an entire entry in Irish or Cockney slang, but that’s what I feel like doing every time this team slips into its offensive (and I do mean offensive) imitation of a World Cup soccer team, which lately seems to be several times a week.
I just took a look, and it really has been as bad as I thought I was imagining: In sixteen June games the Twins have scored three or fewer runs ten times. Guess how many of those they won.
Two.
I guess a sharp character like me could conclude from that that a team can’t win very many games in the major leagues if they don’t score more than three runs. I’m also guessing that it’s awful tough to win when you only score one run, which, after tonight’s loss in New York, the Twins have now done three times this month. They scored zero runs once as well –that one was a real soccer match of a baseball game, a 1-0 loss to Oakland and Joe Blanton.
I suppose I should be somewhat concerned about Juan Rincon, given his last couple outings, but what difference does it really make if a guy trots in from the bullpen and gets the snot knocked out of him every night if the offense isn’t going to score any runs?
Not much, I guess, not on a night like tonight.
Yesterday, that was a different story, but thank God the Good News version of the Good News-Bad New Bears was swinging the bats for the Twins in the finale against the Brewers, sparing us yet another offensive snooze-fest.
It’s maybe time to face this fact, though: neither version –the Sunday afternoon version, or the Monday night version– appears to be good enough to be good enough.
If you see what I mean.
And I’m pretty sure you do.
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