Win, or Die Trying

Whatever happens tonight, I have promised myself I will not destroy anything (in immense joy, or complete agony, it does not matter).

I will not cry.

Or scream.

Or go over the 'coulda shoula woulda's'.

I will, however, be extremely proud of them.

The never giving up, the always running things out, winning when it counts, and leading the world with hitting with runners in scoring position.

I will be proud of the new pirahanas, (I mean, um, rabbits?), being scrappy, and stealing bases and running till the other team can't see anything but the cloud of dust they leave behind when they finally notice they're gone.

I will be proud of our starting rotation, whose oldest pitcher is 27, despite the fact they all look like they're 12 years old. I will love their first pitch strikes, and fielding their positions, and even sacrificing their beautiful faces (Blacky, I'm looking at you).

No matter what happens, I will be proud, because either way, this season has been a success, and this is my state, this is my team, and I am a proud member of Twins Territory.

Bullseye!

Hey Matt Tolbert, hitting two triples in two consecutive innings is awesome. You should do it right now, while we're tied with the Tribe. It would make me love you. Like a lot.

Target Field- Where White Sox fans go with their crossbows for target practice.

(Personally, I'm not a fan.)