Simple Pleasures

I've seen a lot of bad baseball in my 23 year life, namely pretty much everything from 1994-2000. And as many can attest, even daunting adversity does little to quell my general optimism. However, when I went to the ballgame on Wednesday and witnessed a 12-2 destruction of my beloved Twins, I have to admit, I was hard pressed to last to the end. It took a lot of willpower to sit and watch the product on the field. The night certainly didn't improve after the game either.

And of course, Thursday's second consecutive thrashing was no consolation.

So as I listened to the Twins game at work tonight, I was crestfallen when the Angels took an 8-3 lead in the seventh inning. I thought to myself, "man, this sucks."

I still have serious issues with this team. Mainly their lack of consistency, their knack for terrible at-bats and impatience at the plate, the abominable bullpen performance, and their sloppiness in the field thus far. But I'll tell you what, nothing raises spirits better than a grand slam that puts you ahead in the 8th. Doesn't hurt when it completes the cycle. I ran inside my house, and turned the TV on as fast as I could, hoping to see what Kubel did at the plate. By the time I got the TV on, they were showing replays of the grand slam, and I started jumping up and down. I'm pretty sure I scared my dog away. But sometimes, after a stressful couple of days, that's what you need to do.

Now Twins, please repeat tomorrow. I'll be sure to sit in an even-numbered seat this time.