Okay, so in all honesty I was on a double date and missed two-thirds of the game. Kind of happy I did.
I’m a die hard anything Minnesota sports fan, but I just did not want to see the gruesome death of the Minnesota Twins 2010 season.
I’m not going to bother analyzing the game itself as it was pretty one-sided. Much like the series I suppose. I will also not analyze what went wrong, or how we can construct a team that can beat the Yankees.
Instead let us take a night or two, or longer if need be, to mourn our season. Then wake up, realize football has just got its wheels turning, hope the Timberwolves win more than 15 games, and start the baseball season all over again.
There will be much time to cover the Twins and MLB offseason, but tonight we greave.
As I watched the last seconds of the game’s broadcast, as the Yankees were celebrating like professionals with Frank Sinatra singing “New York, New York” in the background, I saw the Twins players. They had a look in their eyes like children who let their father down. Eyes glued into space, thinking about their actions, and what they could have done differently.
Whether their “dad” in this case is their manager, their teammates, or their fans, they ought to know dad loves them. He is just disappointed. You know?