Let's just forget everything that happened before yesterday. Let's count yesterday as the first day of a brand new streak.
Twins 1 - Personal Inner Demons 0
Because, as far as I can tell, the Twins weren't really playing against the Yankees yesterday so much as they were playing against their own demons. When Jason Kubel hit that grandslam, I got the sense that he wasn't just smacking the ball; he was driving the memory of his disappointing ALDS performance at Yankee Stadium straight out of the park.
We lost the series, but it doesn't even matter. That one victory yesterday felt better than any of the 22 other wins this season, by far. The team should get rings for that game alone.
Our last winning pitcher in the Bronx was Johan Santana. Santana...Blackburn....that's pretty good company to keep.
I wish the team wasn't in Toronto today, so we could throw a parade. At the very least, I hope everyone in Twins Territory was blasting U2's "Beautiful Day"for a good portion of their Sunday afternoon. I know I was.