I'm totally blogging this all hopped up on meds. My apologies in advance....
Major Delmon Young home runs 2 days in a row. Wow.
Did anyone else sort of forget (until now) that that's the way he was supposed to be hitting all along?
It's kind of awesome.
I didn't think I'd care if he was hitting home runs or not, as long as he was getting on base.
I was wrong. I really dig the home runs. I think he should stick with that now.
I guess I'm happy enough that the Twins pulled of a series win against the Yankees this time. Although one series win over the Yanks at their suckiest, and most-inujured, isn't quite enough to make me forget that we still lost the season series 4-6. So, while I was happy about the win, I did not bake any celebratory cookies.
The best part of the game was that it was early, and therefore I did not have to feel guilty about skipping it in order to watch the Olympics instead. I go a little bit nuts when it's Olympics time. I briefly considered getting up at 5am to watch the USA/Korea baseball game on the internet this morning. When the alarm went off at 4:45, I came to my senses. I'm really glad too, because if I had gotten up that early, just to watch a losing game....I totally would have cried. And that's embarrassing.
I did watch all the prime time stuff tonight. I'm feeling a little sick--I took some medicine that has me feeling a little loopy, so the Men's All-Around gymnastics competition was pretty fun for me. In the middle of the 1st rotation, I became completely convinced that Jonathan Horton looks exactly like a Cabbage Patch Kid doll. So every time they showed him, I started laughing uncontrollably. Poor Jonathan Horton. Still....even as the loopiness wears off a bit, I remain steadfast in my belief that if they ever make a live action Cabbage Patch Kids movie, the casting director would be a damn fool not to cast Jonathan Horton in a leading role.
I rest my case.
Yes, I know that aside from the actual baseball event, the Olympics have nothing to do with the Twins, or baseball in general. I don't really care. Y'all are getting off light. I am actively trying to censor myself from making too many Olympic references here. In real life, I bet I bring up Michael Phelps, his quest for 8 gold medals, and his amazing competitive drive in unrelated conversations at least 18 times a day. I have also developed a pretty extensive philosophical theory about why the United States doesn't do well in synchronized diving. I could also repeatedly point out how much fun it is to say "Peter Vandenhoogenband." (Seriously...it's so much fun, it puts Saltalamacchia to shame.)
Count your blessings that all you get is my whacked out Cabbage Patch Kid comparisons. It could be worse, trust me.