Brad Zellar If you’re a resolute glass-is-half-full sort of character I suppose you could find something to bitch about from last night’s game. I’m not sure what, but I’d be delighted to hear from you all the same. I’m always delighted to hear from crackpots. Another entertaining and efficient Ramon Ortiz performance (fifteen ground balls). How often … Read more
He took her somewhere. She went willingly. They went together. It wasn’t exactly as if she were lost, although that description would work for the sake of melodrama or metaphor. She didn’t, though, have any melodrama left in her, and she no longer had any use at all for metaphor. Things exactly as they were … Read more
Take another kick at my heart. Or as Tom Kelly would say: Oh my. It must have something to do with cosmic vibrations or something. Joe Nathan can take comfort in the fact that Mariano Rivera blew his own first save today, on a two-out, three-run walk-off homer to Oakland’s Marco Scutaro, who in this … Read more
Damn straight! There’s not much finer than seeing the Twins’ offense living as large as its starting pitcher, and when that starting pitcher is Big Sid, brothers and sisters, that is very large indeed. Large and in charge, and very, very greasy. The guy allowed eleven base runners in five-and-a-third innings yet surrendered only two … Read more
to be a discoverer you hold close whatever you find, and after a while you decide what it is. Then, secure in where you have been, you turn to the open sea and let go. —William Stafford, from “Security” What you cannot hang onto you must let go of –that is the principle on which … Read more
So Johan Santana’s 24-game unbeaten streak at the Dome comes to an end at the hands of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. I figured it was going to happen one of these nights. Actually, I figured it was going to happen tonight. It’s a law of averages thing, and it also happens to be Friday … Read more
Here’s one of those situations where the way victories are handed out just isn’t fair. Pat Neshek, who found himself in a tough, tough spot (thank you, Juan Rincon) and kept the Twins in the game, should get that win, with an assist from Carl Crawford. Or what the hell: give the thing to Carlos … Read more
There, there now. We got that fat Bronx monkey off our backs until July. Doesn’t that feel a whole lot better? And after the bloodletting of the last couple nights wasn’t it nice to see Ramon Ortiz go out there and attack the Yankee hitters with what looked like a solid gameplan? To see a … Read more
Goodness gracious, as my mother would say. Goodness fucking gracious. What the hell can you say about a ballgame like that? Well… It only counts as one. It’s still early. Tomorrow’s another day. It’s a long season. It’s a marathon not a sprint. The sun ain’t gonna shine on the same dog’s ass every day. … Read more
The horror. It’s always a dozen different kinds of bad omen when Big Sid takes the hill. We all knew going in there was no way in hell the ball club was going to get through this day without incurring casualties. Thing was, though, was that there was really no way any of us could … Read more