You win, you lose...

Well, the Twins lost tonight. Their season is over.

And I don't know, I'm not quite as crushed as I had thought I might be. You had to have some sort of ominous feeling when the Twins dropped 2 of 3 to Kansas City. You had to have an ominous feeling when Chicago dismantled Detroit last night. And although the Twins gave a valiant effort tonight to defeat the Sox, in all honesty, this pennant should have been theirs a week ago. I am a little disappointed in my friends Mauer and Morneau though. No hits, no hits at all.

The cruel fact is, sometimes in life, you win, and sometimes you lose. Sometimes you want something so badly it hurts, you want it so much you don't even know what to do. Sometimes everything is great and you get what you want. And well, sometimes you lose that thing. You make a mistake, or you freak out, or you don't score any runs in 9 innings. And it's kinda inevitable, you're going to feel like crap for a while. There's always next season though. I mean, it's out of your control now, you just need to keep on going.

I'm no fairweather fan. I'm proud of our team, even if they lost. No one expected them to compete for the division title. They didn't sell their soul to the undead like the White Sox. And the Rays will most likely destroy them in two days anyways. Righteous vengeance, you know?

We'll get em' next year.