It pretty much sums up the average Twins fan's weekend. Strikes and gutters. Ups and downs.
Of course, to make it more baseball-centric, I should probably say "Strikes and balls. Ups and downs."
And I suppose, in the case of Saturday, I should ammend it further and say "Strikes and balls. And balls. And balls. And balls. And balls...."
Yeah, Saturday got a little brutal there.
But Friday was fun. So, let's go to our collective happy-place and think about Friday instead.
Joe Crede, with that home run you have officially (at least for now) bought my love. Welcome to the Twins family, Joe Crede. Don't screw it up.
I should also probably point out that I am personally taking credit for a good chunk of that win. I was feeling a little nervous about R.A. Dickey's first start. I didn't know what to expect, which left me feeling a little powerless. I had to do something to help. I had to do my part. So, around 6:30 I had had this brilliant idea that maybe all frozen Cotton Candy flavored concoctions hold similar magical properties to the now M.I.A Metrodome Plaza Cotton Candy Milkshake...and perhaps if I was able to down a Cotton Candy milkshake from Cold Stone Creamery before first pitch, everything would good and magical and victorious. So I did. I drank it too fast and got brain-freeze, but that seemed like a small price to pay.
And look what happened! MAGIC.
I'm telling you. The mystical win-making abilities of frozen Cotton Candy flavored treats are no joke.
I do remember briefly thinking "I wonder if I should have saved 1/2 a lucky milkshake in the freezer for tomorrow?" But I think that maybe the magic doesn't work if you don't finish it. And I decided that due to the particularly high caloric nature of Cold Stone milkshakes, I really need to just save the magic for dire situations when we really need it.
Of course, mid-5th inning on Saturday started to feel pretty dang dire to me, and I cursed myself for not getting another stupid milkshake.
The weekend kind of went downhill after that. Here's a brief summary of my thoughts about Chicago:
- Alexei Ramirez seriously needs to eat something--Might I recommend a jumbo size milkshake from Cold Stone? If he doesn't want a milkshake, I would hope that Bartolo Colon would give him some solid snacking advice.
- I hate Jim Thome. I hate him so much.
- Brent Lillibridge has got to be lying about his age. There is no way he is 25. Every time I saw him I wondered if he shouldn't maybe be studying for his 7th period Pre-Algebra exam instead of playing major league baseball.
Speaking of homework, I have some Required Reading for everyone:
--If you're feeling thoughtful and philosophical, Barry Zito (BarryZito) has the tweets for you: "As far as staying single, where does one draw the line between living with a closed heart vs working things out with yourself for awhile?"
--Zito's teammate Brian Wilson (BrianWilson38) posts lots of random things, often pretty funny: "Happy Easter Twittertopians-something tells me we aren't doing an egg hunt on the bus." Wilson also kept worried fans updated on the status of Joe Martinez via Twitter.
--And of course if you need your Yankee transplant fix, you have Nick Swisher (NickSwisher) and CC Sabathia (CC_Sabathia). They don't post very often, but I begrudgingly give them credit for being on there at all. Nick posts things like "morning. I'm packing, having my coffee and heading to the park. Cant wait to get there." And CC posts personal insights such as "feeling real good."
It's a good time. More and more players are showing up, but I haven't had a chance to read through all their stuff yet.
And, in optimistic happy news: 7 games at the Dome this week. That is pretty sweet. Grab a milkshake and go cheer wildly.