This morning was the first time I was able to form coherent sentences about the Twins' fate. Previously, people (well-intentioned, I'm sure) would say things like "Bummer about your Twins," and the most I could muster up for a reply was a growly "Yeah," accompanied with a facial expression that very clearly conveyed "if you make me talk about this anymore, I will gouge your eyes out and eat them."
But this morning I was able to discuss the matter with my ever-tolerant mother, only beause it was within the scope of a conversation about the playoffs as a whole (and the fact that the '08 Brewers' experience seems to be awfully similar to the '06 Twins' experience). I explained my new theory that, in the spirit of things always working out for the best, the Universe had to make the Twins lose, because the Rays are a team of destiny. The Twins had to lose so that Twins fans, clearly the greatest fans in the world of baseball, would rally around the Rays instead. My theory was reinforced when I realized that Jason Bartlett is Mr. October on my 2008 Twins wall calendar (which is, for some reason, SO much less depressing than Torii Hunter July and Johan Santana August.....hey, it's a crappy calendar.) I take this as a wonderful omen for Barty and his Rays.
Another great omen for the Rays? Tonight's game. Heck yeah.