Originally I thought it might be best to stay in my dormant state. Because, as my mother tried desperately to teach me, if you can't say something nice keep your mouth shut.
But I can't. I can't handle this shameful display of baseball and keep my mouth shut. 15 hits and still a loss? Really? Are you kidding? I thought we had sunk as low as we could go when we were swept by the Angels and I was forced to watch the 11 inning debacle. THAT was painful. But no, it actually gets worse. Which made me wonder: how bad can it actually get? Here are some thoughts:
Joe Crede, who has been hampered by EVERY injury known to man, somehow manages to lose an arm. Like, really lose it and no one knows where it is. And then he signs with the Chi Sox.
Joe Mauer's back injury flares up again while packing his bags and heading over to New York. Or Boston. Or Philly, LA, Detroit or Milwaukee. It could happen.
We sign Carl Pavano. Oh wait ...
Scott Baker, Nick Blackburn and Glen Perkins all injure themselves (or claim to since getting through one inning is kind of hard) and Cuddy becomes our ace.
Now, I know I'm being overly negative and that's very anti-Minnesota Nice. But maybe, just maybe, Twins fans don't feel like being nice anymore. Maybe they don't want to watch Jesse Crain give up 8 runs in an inning even if he has recently shaved his goatee and is almost unrecognizable.
Boys, it's time to give Minnesota fans something to cheer about. Because it's almost football season. And that never ends well for us. Don't force us to pin all of our hopes on the Vikings. That's just not fair.
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