Marlins 5, Twins 4
I would apologize for not updating for a week, but I'm too caught up in agony right about now. As most of you would know, Justin Morneau left the game versus the Marlins in the 8th inning due to colliding with the catcher, whose name I don't care about right now. He walked into the dugout after crouching down by home plate, and was apparently having troubles in the locker room. He was carted to a hospital on an ambulance. The should-be MVP for life was hooked up to an oxygen tank and was seated on a stretcher but was sitting up and alert.
Right now I am listening to sad songs to fit my mood. I suppose the worst thing that could happen would be that Justin would break a rib or his collarbone, or just bruise something. I keep thinking he's going to die. For instance, I was listening to the Dashboard Confessional song "For Justin" which is slightly emo, if you'd like to go that way.
Anyways, I'm listening to the new Maroon 5 CD now so I'm trying to be all happy. (It's not working..)
I don't believe the fans even care we lost. At least, it isn't like we're rolling over in pain. Or maybe it's just me. I keep thinking about Justin. I can't remember anything else from the game except:
1.) Jason Bartlett's fly-out in the 6th when the bases were loaded
2.) Jason Kubel's pinch-hit that allowed the tie, making me think we were capable of winning
3.) Hanley Ramirez homered off of Juan Rincon in the bottom of the 8th, thus sealing our fate
4.) My excitement when thinking Pat Neshek was going to be batting
5.) Qwest Twins Live being a drag
My mind drew a total blank, but all readers (if any) are guaranteed a post tomorrow after the game. I was overwhelmed this week, but the rest of my summer is free and for Twins only. With the exception of some babysitting.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Scotty Doesn't Know...
Brewers 11, Twins 3
That was ugly. I'm not going to lie. Scott.... as much as I like you, as cute as you are, as nice as you seem.. you aren't impressing me with your pitching. I'm sorry! I really am sorry! With all my heart! It's just.. I don't know how much longer we'll see you around up here. Oh, I think I'm going to cry.
The only thing worse than a Geoff Jenkins (whenever I hear his name, I think Scooby-Doo. Jinkies, my glasses! I can't find my glasses!) grand slam is the fact that we lost to beer-makers. I mean, the Brewers? Please. I could hear the drunken slurs from my humble abode that's like 5 hours away from Minneapolis.
To make things even WORSE, Jason Bartlett didn't even play today. Oh well. I didn't even watch the whole game (I went out with friends and started watching in the bottom of the 6th) so I guess it doesn't matter.
Nothing else to say, really. Just.. shake it off. Boooooooooooooooof? I know your shoulders hurt, but you're gonna have to carry us to a sweet victory. Put the cheeseheads the rest.
That was ugly. I'm not going to lie. Scott.... as much as I like you, as cute as you are, as nice as you seem.. you aren't impressing me with your pitching. I'm sorry! I really am sorry! With all my heart! It's just.. I don't know how much longer we'll see you around up here. Oh, I think I'm going to cry.
The only thing worse than a Geoff Jenkins (whenever I hear his name, I think Scooby-Doo. Jinkies, my glasses! I can't find my glasses!) grand slam is the fact that we lost to beer-makers. I mean, the Brewers? Please. I could hear the drunken slurs from my humble abode that's like 5 hours away from Minneapolis.
To make things even WORSE, Jason Bartlett didn't even play today. Oh well. I didn't even watch the whole game (I went out with friends and started watching in the bottom of the 6th) so I guess it doesn't matter.
Nothing else to say, really. Just.. shake it off. Boooooooooooooooof? I know your shoulders hurt, but you're gonna have to carry us to a sweet victory. Put the cheeseheads the rest.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Are You Chipper (Jones) Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?
Twins 3, Braves 2
HOE-LEE SHHH-IT.
That was. The absolute. Scariest. Game. EVER.
Never, EVER, do that to me, Twins nation, and/or Mike Redmond AGAIN.
The whole game was a snoozer, aside from the fact the pitching was fantastic. Poor, poor Johan. Pitches his ass off and he never gets any run support. Also, he gives up ONE homer and the game is down the toilet.
But seriously, the only thing that happened in the first 8 innings of that game was that Joe Mauer was slashed in the arm for the second time in the series. This time, his arm was basically cut up the middle. He had to get a band-aid and - yay! - he was fixed.
We're lucky to get out of that series (SWEEEEEEEEP.) with Joe Mauer still alive. I think the Braves were trying to kill him. Are you taking lessons from A.J. Pierzynski or something? Stop your feeble attempts to turn our Mauer sour. When you're up against a guy who gives his sideburns away as promotional items, I kinda guarantee you're going to lose.
Dear Lord, Cuddyer. You gave me a freaking heartache. Torii, you too. Don't worry Justin, I never lose my faith in you. But Redmond: I fell out of my chair and did a victory lap outside in the rain because of you. WOW. Just.. WOW.
Congratulations to the Twins. I mean, how else do you win a ball game but come back and win in the bottom of the 9th? Oh, wait. You get the early lead and don't make the fans shit their pants.
Oh well. It's a win, regardless.
HOE-LEE SHHH-IT.
That was. The absolute. Scariest. Game. EVER.
Never, EVER, do that to me, Twins nation, and/or Mike Redmond AGAIN.
The whole game was a snoozer, aside from the fact the pitching was fantastic. Poor, poor Johan. Pitches his ass off and he never gets any run support. Also, he gives up ONE homer and the game is down the toilet.
But seriously, the only thing that happened in the first 8 innings of that game was that Joe Mauer was slashed in the arm for the second time in the series. This time, his arm was basically cut up the middle. He had to get a band-aid and - yay! - he was fixed.
We're lucky to get out of that series (SWEEEEEEEEP.) with Joe Mauer still alive. I think the Braves were trying to kill him. Are you taking lessons from A.J. Pierzynski or something? Stop your feeble attempts to turn our Mauer sour. When you're up against a guy who gives his sideburns away as promotional items, I kinda guarantee you're going to lose.
Dear Lord, Cuddyer. You gave me a freaking heartache. Torii, you too. Don't worry Justin, I never lose my faith in you. But Redmond: I fell out of my chair and did a victory lap outside in the rain because of you. WOW. Just.. WOW.
Congratulations to the Twins. I mean, how else do you win a ball game but come back and win in the bottom of the 9th? Oh, wait. You get the early lead and don't make the fans shit their pants.
Oh well. It's a win, regardless.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
We'll Do It For Justin, Man
Twins 7, Braves 3
Twins 6, Braves 0
Oh dear God, Carlos Silva. That was absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking. Amazing. Astounding. Beyond compare. It's almost like gazing at Jason Bartlett for hours at a time. That would make a very, VERY happy Kayla.
When the game ended, I was literally in tears. But not because Silva's pitching was beautiful. As true of fan as I am, and although I enjoy watching good pitching, nothing brings a tear to my eye like Jason Bartlett.
I'm already aware that I'm a loser, but at the end of the game, when Silva was celebrating and high-fiving his fellow teammates, I grinned with glee when I saw tall socked J. Bart waltzing along after the likes of Michael Cuddyer and Justin Morneau. And when he smiled at Carlos in congratulatory terms, awkwardly putting an arm around his back in a half man-hug, half I'm-not-sure-if-I-want-to-hug-you-but-I'm-so-nice-I-will-nice-pitching-tonight hug, I started crying because of the following:
1.) I had just got done reading a 300-something page book about a teenager like me who was having a very, very bad time with her social life (define social life: boyfriend, friends, jocks, preppy girls who ruin lives!);
2.) Two babies were born to the Twinkies players, of course! Isn't that always something that brings a tear to someone's eye?
3.) ... Jason Bartlett is beautiful, plain and simple.
I'm not sure if I cried for about 30 seconds because of the fact that I haven't cried in a good while or because it was funny. Jason had that look on his face that was like.. classic. Maybe I'm overreacting, but it was hilarious in it's own way. Probably because I look for these types of things during pre-game, post-game, during the game shows. You know.
Anyways. Justin Morneau took the words out of every Twins' fan's mouth during Qwest Twins Live*. "Maybe he should have a baby every time he pitches," The Canadian chuckled with chipper Marney Gellner after she interviewed Papa Silva himself. Marney, although laughing, countered with a rather absurd, grotesque comment that was along the lines of "I don't think that is possible, Justin. I'm not sure how you do it up there in the Canadian Wilderness, but down here, we just eat Dome Dogs, drink beer, and pop out children every few years."
The game was really anything Twins fans would like to call baseball. Our bats have "come alive!" and Ron Coomer's chuckling in his marshmallow suit again. Bert and Dick are giving delightful commentary and the minority of the starting lineup are now wearing their socks the correct way again. Maybe TBL gave them a swift kick in the rump or something. Or Bat-Girl**, undercover, gave them a pep talk. I can see it now...
BG**: Yes. Silva, Rincon. Meet BabyDash. This is what your child will turn into in a few years. This little screaming horror that you, yourself, created. But you will love this child unconditionally, despite the fact you might need to wear makeup to cover the bags under your eyes.
Silva: Si.
Rincon: Yes.
BG: I wish you luck with your babies. Really, I do. I speak for all of Twins nation when I say, with all due respect, "I don't care how much Lil Justin or Rafie R. cry, I want you to pitch spectacularly during the next game."
Silva: Si. I will do for Lil Justin.
Rincon: Yes.
Oh! And before I forget: Lew Ford? I think you should smile more often. That home run was a very good excuse to smile, as was that awesome swing + miss at the end. In whatever inning that was.
* = TRADEMARK OF FSN AND WHATEVER ELSE. Don't sue me, please.
** = Bat-Girl.com.. the best Twins blog ever. Recently deceased. The least I can do is mention her, right? I don't care if it's funny.
Twins 6, Braves 0
Oh dear God, Carlos Silva. That was absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking. Amazing. Astounding. Beyond compare. It's almost like gazing at Jason Bartlett for hours at a time. That would make a very, VERY happy Kayla.
When the game ended, I was literally in tears. But not because Silva's pitching was beautiful. As true of fan as I am, and although I enjoy watching good pitching, nothing brings a tear to my eye like Jason Bartlett.
I'm already aware that I'm a loser, but at the end of the game, when Silva was celebrating and high-fiving his fellow teammates, I grinned with glee when I saw tall socked J. Bart waltzing along after the likes of Michael Cuddyer and Justin Morneau. And when he smiled at Carlos in congratulatory terms, awkwardly putting an arm around his back in a half man-hug, half I'm-not-sure-if-I-want-to-hug-you-but-I'm-so-nice-I-will-nice-pitching-tonight hug, I started crying because of the following:
1.) I had just got done reading a 300-something page book about a teenager like me who was having a very, very bad time with her social life (define social life: boyfriend, friends, jocks, preppy girls who ruin lives!);
2.) Two babies were born to the Twinkies players, of course! Isn't that always something that brings a tear to someone's eye?
3.) ... Jason Bartlett is beautiful, plain and simple.
I'm not sure if I cried for about 30 seconds because of the fact that I haven't cried in a good while or because it was funny. Jason had that look on his face that was like.. classic. Maybe I'm overreacting, but it was hilarious in it's own way. Probably because I look for these types of things during pre-game, post-game, during the game shows. You know.
Anyways. Justin Morneau took the words out of every Twins' fan's mouth during Qwest Twins Live*. "Maybe he should have a baby every time he pitches," The Canadian chuckled with chipper Marney Gellner after she interviewed Papa Silva himself. Marney, although laughing, countered with a rather absurd, grotesque comment that was along the lines of "I don't think that is possible, Justin. I'm not sure how you do it up there in the Canadian Wilderness, but down here, we just eat Dome Dogs, drink beer, and pop out children every few years."
The game was really anything Twins fans would like to call baseball. Our bats have "come alive!" and Ron Coomer's chuckling in his marshmallow suit again. Bert and Dick are giving delightful commentary and the minority of the starting lineup are now wearing their socks the correct way again. Maybe TBL gave them a swift kick in the rump or something. Or Bat-Girl**, undercover, gave them a pep talk. I can see it now...
BG**: Yes. Silva, Rincon. Meet BabyDash. This is what your child will turn into in a few years. This little screaming horror that you, yourself, created. But you will love this child unconditionally, despite the fact you might need to wear makeup to cover the bags under your eyes.
Silva: Si.
Rincon: Yes.
BG: I wish you luck with your babies. Really, I do. I speak for all of Twins nation when I say, with all due respect, "I don't care how much Lil Justin or Rafie R. cry, I want you to pitch spectacularly during the next game."
Silva: Si. I will do for Lil Justin.
Rincon: Yes.
Oh! And before I forget: Lew Ford? I think you should smile more often. That home run was a very good excuse to smile, as was that awesome swing + miss at the end. In whatever inning that was.
* = TRADEMARK OF FSN AND WHATEVER ELSE. Don't sue me, please.
** = Bat-Girl.com.. the best Twins blog ever. Recently deceased. The least I can do is mention her, right? I don't care if it's funny.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
$30,000 > $10,000: Eat It, Lackey
Twins 8, Angels 5
I am not going to say that Lackey is a terrible pitcher, because I would be lying. More so, I am willing to say Kevin Slowey is pretty good. (I'd be trying 110% to prove myself when baseball commentators called me "Slowly" too.) After the first few innings, I'm sure most Twins fans found themselves mumbling "Oh wow, we still kinda suck" to themselves.
However.
Revenge.
The Twins decided to seek redemption for their two losses - one horrendous, the other bad. Words cannot express the excitement I was feeling after watching Little Nicky Punto, tiny superhero, blast a 3-run homer out deep. Cuddy, don't worry, I was likin' you too. And last but not certainly not least in my book, like a cherry on top of a pie, I watched Jason Bartlett, my boyfriend/favorite Twinkie/ohmygodiloveyou!!! player, rocket his first home run of the season out to left. As he circled the bases, I found myself grinning ear-to-ear in spite of myself. I'm sad, yes, but it made me happy.
The game was good today. I have nothing more to tell you, really. Castillo: you're still a superb 2nd baseman, even if you can't catch a simple sidearm throw. You are very, very good. And Nicky P.: You. Are. Amazing. Don't worry, I knew the sun would shed some light on your small offensive slump soon. It just blinded you for a second, you dropped a ball, and it was kind of depressing. It was a tough play. But you got it back and you homered and you impressed a bunch of a people. You're the man.
I am not going to say that Lackey is a terrible pitcher, because I would be lying. More so, I am willing to say Kevin Slowey is pretty good. (I'd be trying 110% to prove myself when baseball commentators called me "Slowly" too.) After the first few innings, I'm sure most Twins fans found themselves mumbling "Oh wow, we still kinda suck" to themselves.
However.
Revenge.
The Twins decided to seek redemption for their two losses - one horrendous, the other bad. Words cannot express the excitement I was feeling after watching Little Nicky Punto, tiny superhero, blast a 3-run homer out deep. Cuddy, don't worry, I was likin' you too. And last but not certainly not least in my book, like a cherry on top of a pie, I watched Jason Bartlett, my boyfriend/favorite Twinkie/ohmygodiloveyou!!! player, rocket his first home run of the season out to left. As he circled the bases, I found myself grinning ear-to-ear in spite of myself. I'm sad, yes, but it made me happy.
The game was good today. I have nothing more to tell you, really. Castillo: you're still a superb 2nd baseman, even if you can't catch a simple sidearm throw. You are very, very good. And Nicky P.: You. Are. Amazing. Don't worry, I knew the sun would shed some light on your small offensive slump soon. It just blinded you for a second, you dropped a ball, and it was kind of depressing. It was a tough play. But you got it back and you homered and you impressed a bunch of a people. You're the man.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
California Dreaming..?
Angels 16, Twins 3
If you were like me and actually stayed up to watch the whole roughly 3-hour game, you probably were either
A. Crying your eyes out
B. Wondering, "Why the hell am I watching this?"
C. Half asleep
D. All of the above
I, a mere 14-year-old girl who desires nothing but to watch a decent Twins game, was probably along the lines of D. I went to bed around 12, only because I didn't want to listen to Ron Coomer blab about how the Twins need to improve their pitching (like I don't know this, thanks) and their bats need to "come alive!"
From the beginning, I myself didn't really think we were off to a bad start. Boof wasn't terrible, but he wasn't good, either. We were playing decent; Torii tied it up with his own solo homer, so I was sitting there thinking, "Maybe this isn't going to be so bad?"
My God, I spoke too soon.
Aside from Boof being really superstitious for the first few innings (if you didn't notice, he went out of his way to step over the lines on his way to the dugout), our bats died and were very bleak in comparison to the Angels' bats being ON FIRE. There really isn't much else to say except for Twins: bad pitching (JASON MILLER), 9 hits, one homer; Angels: good pitching, 23 hits, a handful of home runs, and a grand slam.
All ingredients for the downfall of the Twins.
Hopefully they can shake it off and at least make it close tonight. Another 9-12 game, I believe. I can't guarantee I'll be up for the whole thing, since I have an early volleyball practice and I can't sleep in, but I'll watch as much as I can.
Please, Scott Baker. Get a good start. If not for yourself, for my sister. She loves you.
And Twins fans. They want to love you. Prove it to us. You can do it. I guarantee.
If you were like me and actually stayed up to watch the whole roughly 3-hour game, you probably were either
A. Crying your eyes out
B. Wondering, "Why the hell am I watching this?"
C. Half asleep
D. All of the above
I, a mere 14-year-old girl who desires nothing but to watch a decent Twins game, was probably along the lines of D. I went to bed around 12, only because I didn't want to listen to Ron Coomer blab about how the Twins need to improve their pitching (like I don't know this, thanks) and their bats need to "come alive!"
From the beginning, I myself didn't really think we were off to a bad start. Boof wasn't terrible, but he wasn't good, either. We were playing decent; Torii tied it up with his own solo homer, so I was sitting there thinking, "Maybe this isn't going to be so bad?"
My God, I spoke too soon.
Aside from Boof being really superstitious for the first few innings (if you didn't notice, he went out of his way to step over the lines on his way to the dugout), our bats died and were very bleak in comparison to the Angels' bats being ON FIRE. There really isn't much else to say except for Twins: bad pitching (JASON MILLER), 9 hits, one homer; Angels: good pitching, 23 hits, a handful of home runs, and a grand slam.
All ingredients for the downfall of the Twins.
Hopefully they can shake it off and at least make it close tonight. Another 9-12 game, I believe. I can't guarantee I'll be up for the whole thing, since I have an early volleyball practice and I can't sleep in, but I'll watch as much as I can.
Please, Scott Baker. Get a good start. If not for yourself, for my sister. She loves you.
And Twins fans. They want to love you. Prove it to us. You can do it. I guarantee.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
I Return!
So it seems that I disappeared for a bit. Or, at least it would seem like that to anyone who actually looked for updates here. Yeah, I'm sorry. I had to delete the blog because my computer wasn't cooperating and I didn't have enough time to update. But I'm back, regardless.
I've decided the blog isn't going to just be about the Twins (although at least half will be pertaining to baseball) - I realized I'd try to review movies. Or shows. Or whatever is thrown my way. I guess it'll just depend, y'know?
Anyways, Twins lost yesterday. Shutdown to only three hits, they lost 0-1 vs. The A's. I didn't catch the first 8 innings of the game because I was at Spider-man 3. Apparently Silva had a good outing, which is good because Twins' pitching has been kind of.. off lately. Ortiz pisses me off every time he comes to the mound, but at least he's not even half as bad as Sidney Pontoon. He drove me up the freakin wall.
They play again at 3:00 today, which I'm able to watch for about 2 hours before I have to leave. It's supposed to be summer, what the hell. I, unfortunately, have plans from 5-9:30 tonight. Total drag, I know.
I've decided the blog isn't going to just be about the Twins (although at least half will be pertaining to baseball) - I realized I'd try to review movies. Or shows. Or whatever is thrown my way. I guess it'll just depend, y'know?
Anyways, Twins lost yesterday. Shutdown to only three hits, they lost 0-1 vs. The A's. I didn't catch the first 8 innings of the game because I was at Spider-man 3. Apparently Silva had a good outing, which is good because Twins' pitching has been kind of.. off lately. Ortiz pisses me off every time he comes to the mound, but at least he's not even half as bad as Sidney Pontoon. He drove me up the freakin wall.
They play again at 3:00 today, which I'm able to watch for about 2 hours before I have to leave. It's supposed to be summer, what the hell. I, unfortunately, have plans from 5-9:30 tonight. Total drag, I know.
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