The Twins are lucky the Olympics are going on to split my attention, because if I wasn't riding a high from the US freestyle relay team sticking it to the French tonight in spectacular fashion, I'd probably be pretty goshdarn upset about the sloppy baseball game I watched today. As it was, the Twins game was just one of several sporting events I watched, so the pain of the loss is dampened a little bit.
Actually, I had some pretty lofty goals for my day when it started. It was going to be the awesomest, most lazy, sports-soaked day in the history of lazy days. I had fully intended on spending the entire day watching other people participate in athletic activities. I had it all planned out....starting at 9 am with the USA/China basketball game (SO much more fun to watch than NBA basketball), then more Olympics until switching to the Twins game, then Olympic swimming prelims, followed by more Olympic swimming and gymnastics until 11pm. It was going to be an epic experiment in slothfulness.
Unfortunately, my plans were foiled by 2 things: I had an hour-long appointment I forgot about, and polo bored me to the point of having to turn the TV off for a little bit. I tried really hard to appreciate the water polo. I tried to understand the rules. Once I had a grasp of the rules, I tried to entertain myself by thinking of funny water polo innuendo like "Water polo players don't submerge their balls," but nothing worked. It looked too much like Marco Polo...just dudes flopping around in the pool. I just couldn't take any more.
But yeah...the Twins game.
...kinda sucked. It felt like the team was just having their regularly scheduled Yankees psych-out, but a day early, apparently. I wanted to tell them "No, no, no....we don't just hand over games without a fight until tomorrow...you're still in Kansas, guys!"
I'm trying very hard to be optimistic and think that maybe they got the suck out of their systems today, and will play brilliantly from now on. It's possible, right? I'm keeping the dream alive.
Of course, on the downside, we are up against Sidney Ponson again. He might as well be playing in our division for the amount of times we've seen him this season. There are no words to express how annoyed I am at having to think "This could be a tough game; we're playing against Sidney Ponson," without the slightest hint of sarcasm or giggling.