So last (Monday) night, the game ended, and The Voice of Reason attempted to have a conversation with me. Poor choice. I was crabby. Very crabby. I had blown off about a half-dozen things I should have done to watch Matt Garza pitch, and instead had watched 25 salmon swimming upstream. I wasn't furious with the Twins - ok, I was - I was furious with myself for spending several hours watching that dreck.
So tonight, we did someting else. We ran the Torchlight 5K. We drank free Michelob by the river. And we visited with friends, expected and unexpected, old and new. And I found out from various passers-by that if last night made me crabby, tonight might have made me go on a three-state killing spree.
Instead, it made me look forward to tomorrow's game. Never fear Twins Territory. I'll be there, and I'll be wearing the powder blue, and that means a win. It always means a win. And if it doesn't...Well, then I'll be back on Friday talking about exactly what the 'selling' options are for this team.
That is, if I'm not on that three-state killing spree....