I Lied

I said I wouldn't cry.

And, after Blacky gave up a Thome bomb, I didn't.

I said I wouldn't cry when we lost, and I didn't.

And then I read this-

"Thirty minutes after the Twins' 1-0 loss to the Chicago White Sox, manager Ron Gardenhire sat in his office, his mind still racing.
Should he have hit this guy for that guy? Made this move or that one?
Then young Jose Mijares walked in.

Mijares, 23, was called up from the minors in September and quickly became a trusted relief pitcher. He has overcome an awful lot of personal problems, including a terrible car accident in which he nearly ruined his pitching arm last winter.

But on Tuesday, with the season on the line, he was the first one summoned from the bullpen. He walked up to Gardenhire, held out his hand, and in his best, broken English said: "Thank you. Thank you. I wasn't scared."

Gardenhire hugged Mijares and told him: "I'm so proud of you."

The kid beamed."

And I did.