CONGRATULATIONS TO THE AL CENTRAL CHAMPS.
For a few hours tonight, I was excited and happy about baseball again. I turned on the game as soon as I got out of the subway. I stood online at the Apple Store using their bandwidth to watch video from Minnesota. TBF and I stood at the bus stop on the way home sharing earbuds (which of course came out when I started jumping up and down). It was up. It was down. It was up. It was down. Paws was defiantly placed on top of the television. TBF dug out his Detroit hat and spent every between-inning break on the phone with his dad or his uncle: “Roar, buddy. Roar.”
And just when I least expected it, and was thinking “Well, at least the Twins fans had a great end to this season,” the improbable happened.
Now, please, BEAT THE YANKEES. Thank you.
P.S. For the Twins fan perspective: