And maybe, just maybe the Twins’ richest player will develop an extremely mild, highly-focused fear of setting foot on a baseball diamond. Think happy thoughts!
The worst thing that could have happened to the White Sox didn’t. But that’s still a sad way to end up.
If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, what happens when two of my enemies conspire to exploit my favorite team’s flaws?
On the reflexive nature of allies, enemies, and dollar hot dog night. Ira Brooker reports from the Twin Cities.
Sometimes it’s not about sports. Sometimes, you just have to concede the game to good old-fashioned cultural anthropology. [Mouthpiece Sports]
If the Twins choke on baseball and fall from a high place, well, that would just be swell.
Just kidding: they won’t. But they might! And so might everyone else!
If only it were that simple.
A few words on the fun of watching the Twins lose to the Sox.
With prediction season upon us, we rounded up the best and brightest minds on the internet to gaze deeply into the future. Part one in a series.
Minnesota, that is. Forty-eight miles northwest of the Dome.
Meet the new three-headed anti-White Sox monster, although for two of those heads it’s nothing personal.
Two teams will enter, one team will leave. Later, the other team will also leave. Which will be which?
They lost tonight – so who needs tomorrow? Everyone, that’s who.
Let’s all just step back, take a deep breath. . . and scream our lungs out.
