Pop-ups, Nick Punto, Barry Zito’s curveball, the wondrous Johan Santana, and a measure of redemption for Rondell White. 55,542 screaming fans. The tying run on third base with two outs in the eighth and the AL batting champ at the plate.
And the guy who killed the Twins was a player that pretty much everybody –including Minnesota– passed up in the off-season because he could barely pass a physical.
Forget the bullshit noon start, that was a prime-time baseball game if ever there was one.
And, sorry, but I have no idea why Jesse Crain was the first guy out of the bullpen.
Before the game some guy in the press box gloated to me that he’d picked the Twins to win it all before the season started. I felt compelled to point out that while he may have picked this team, he sure as hell never picked this team.
Finally, I’m happy to report that Wayne Hattaway was in the house –he arrived in the second inning– and looking fantastic in full cowboy outfit. The medical news so far is nothing but good, and Wayne says he’ll be on the plane to Oakland.
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