Crushed into submission

August 29, 2007


Three days ago. A five game winning streak. Things were starting to look up.

Then, a clash with the first place Cleveland Indians. Win the series, gain at least a game in the hunt for the playoffs. Sweep the series, gain three games, a rush of confidence, and narrowly dodge the proverbial nail in the coffin that’s been haunting the Twins these past few weeks.

They could dodge no longer, it seemed. A loss Monday. And Tuesday. And finally again tonight.

A sweep.
Another loss for Santana. 0-4 against Cleveland this year.
A slowly shrinking deficit in the standings turned into a massive deficit of 8.5 games. And a 7 game deficit in the Wild Card race.
Hopes, dashed.

If this wasn’t the nail, it’s at least been marked and placed, ready for the hammer to swing down upon its season ending head.

They’re not technically eliminated, no. But a sweep like this does wonders in advancing a hang dog attitude. The Twins didn’t just need these wins for the standings – they needed them for their psyche, for their confidence, for something to rally around, a final push toward the playoffs with a whoop and a cry and a stomping of midwestern, small market feet.

The Twins are 67-66. There’s still a month of baseball left. And last year showed that even a team barely over .500 could win the World Series with a little bit of luck, a strong set of pairings and a hot streak near the end of the season.

Of course, you have to make the playoffs first. And with these crushing losses, I’m not sure the Twins have the heart left in them to even try.

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Vote for Neshek

July 3, 2007


Vote for Neshek!I’m new to this baseball fan thing, so you’ll have to forgive me for forgetting this.

It’s getting close to the MLB All Star Weekend – one of the best sets of All Star festivities in all of sports. And with the Twins currently embroiled in a battle for their Central Division crown, and with Tori Hunter, Justin Morneau and The Best Pitcher in the League Johan Santana set to don their American League All Star jerseys, there’s just one question we all have to ask ourselves.

Have you voted for Pat Neshek yet?

You know – Pat Neshek. The half-sidearm, half-submariner righty Twins reliever that is currently up for the final American League roster spot?

The guy who has 47 strike-outs in just 39 innings? The deceivingly talented pitcher who is carrying a 1.37 ERA into the All Star Break?

Seriously. Go vote. It’s simple – you can even vote multiple times (and it saves your choices, so it’s easy to vote up to 20 times in a sitting. I know. I have.)

He’s fun to watch. And, we need another player on the team – after all, Joe Nathan and Joe Mauer were both left off for only having a 2.20 ERA with 16 saves and only batting .302 this season, respectively. And he’s got his own blog, so he’s one of us. He’s currently in third place. He needs your help.

You have until 6 PM ET on Thursday.

Well, what are you waiting for? VOTE!

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Play ball!

June 26, 2007


The BirdcageHow many thousands of people have written about the experience of being at a baseball game? It’s a tired subject, sure, but it’s an important one all the same. And we’re not talking about just the game itself. We’re talking about the the auxiliary sounds, smells and events. It’s an amazing paradox – a sport that, at times, is less exciting than the experience.

But that’s what makes it fun – especially minor league baseball. Very few take it truly seriously. The atmosphere is loose, the egos are contained. No one is preening in front of a multi-million dollar check – they’re all fighting to move up or fighting to stay in the game.

So going to a minor league baseball game – we have the Sioux Falls Canaries – is an experience in the national pastime as it’s supposed to be played. It’s kids running for balls, people talking over beers, the sickly smell of onions on a bratwurst, of beer breath and fresh air and the darkening sky as the stadium lights turn on. It’s nothing but pure life, boiled down into a 5,000 seat area, with a baseball game to distract us when life gets too dull.

Baseball has grown on me. A friend of mind mentioned how baseball isn’t an instant pick-up. You can’t just suddenly “like” baseball. You have to grow into it by slowly learning every nuance. A strike and a ball mean so much more in so many situations. There’s a hidden strategy that makes the game unbearable for the new fan but incredibly rewarding for those who discover it. Baseball isn’t a sport – it’s a board game, it’s Risk, it’s numbers meeting physics, the ultimate clash of two long-learned sciences.

I had a blast tonight, just Kerrie and me, sometimes watching the game and often focusing on the people around us. We got cupcakes (thanks, Chamber of Commerce!) and watched several odd yet strangely exciting fan-participation games. We sang “Take Me Out To the Ballgame” and talked like we were people-watching at a bar. We sat outside and enjoyed the breeze. And we watched the Canaries lose 9-4, but not before a very late “rally” sparked our attention near the end.

I know professional baseball’s been going on for a few months. But for me, it’s as if the season just started.

Could you pass the peanuts and Cracker Jacks, please?

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Dear MLB 2K7…

March 15, 2007


Dear Executive In Charge of Selecting Video Game Music at 2K Sports,

I think it’s really neat that you’ve selected a group of indie rockers to represent your newest creation, MLB 2K7. It’s not new — you’ve done it before, tapping Matador Records (MLB 2K6), Sub Pop Records (NHL 2K6) and Dan the Automator (NBA 2K7) in the past.

I like the idea that Tapes N’ Tapes, Death From Above 1979 and Wolfmother are featured artists. I also like that The Pixies and The Stooges are, in some small weird way, brought back to relevance through video game baseball.

However, I have a problem with one thing. I keep seeing the commercial for your upcoming release. I keep hearing the same song, stammering to myself as it hits its chorus, wondering aloud how it could possibly be used to sell any sort of product.

It’s Nirvana. Nirvana? Is that really necessary? Despoiling Nirvana’s “Breed” — one of thier best songs?

Nirvana in a video game? That’s like Jeff Buckley selling Snickers. Like John Lennon hawking Michelin Tires. Stevie Wonder singing about Diet Pepsi.

Oh, wait.

It just feels like some artists should be left alone — that they shouldn’t be selling products. Nirvana, for some reason, is one of them.

I have a hard time with that. It’s unfounded and wishy-washy — how can I accept The Pixies, a band I like more than Nirvana, but not Nirvana itself? But it’s still hard to believe.

Did Kurt Cobain like baseball? Did he play video games? I suppose Courtney needs to make money somehow.

I’m just saying.

Sincerely,
A Concerned Consumer Who, For Some Reason, Really Wants To Purchase the New MLB 2K7 Video Game.

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Letters to Keith Law

November 22, 2006


In case you haven’t followed the comment thread, friend-of-BMOWP Eric is angry at ESPN writer Keith Law. Law, who claimed that Justin Morneau’s MVP win was laughable, is now going to recieve a little nugget every day, for a long time. Why? Because Eric is going to harass him for months with a snarkily penned e-mail.

And he’s created a blog about it. (Which makes blog #4? Not including Misc. Asst.?)

Letters to Keith Law. One letter every weekday until spring training starts. If you have ideas, post them below or comment on his site. It’s going to be awesome.

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Twin-VP

November 21, 2006


MVP! MVP!I never expected this.

The MVP this year was supposed to be between Derek Jeter of the Yankees and David Ortiz of the Red Sox.

The two Minnesota Twins candidates – Joe Mauer and Justin Morneau – were supposed to split the votes, causing both to lose out.

East Coast Bias®™ was supposed to render a small-market American League player hopeless, constantly overlooked by reporters and slotted as lower in talent than New York and Boston stars.

I guess that’s why they vote, isn’t it?

Congratulations to Justin Morneau – the man that led the Minnesota Twins to an improbable regular season comeback; who hit .321, had 34 homers and 130 RBI; and who made only $385,000 last season. Yeah. $385 thousand gets you an MVP these days. In the National League, where MVP Ryan Howard’s salary is $355 thousand, you’d even have 30K left to spend on concessions.

Some people call it a bad choice. Well, you know what? The votes are all that mattered. Derek Jeter probably deserved to win the MVP this year. In fact, I’m almost certain he did. I’d have voted for Joe Mauer, myself. I don’t even think Morneau is the best player on his TEAM.

But, you see, sometimes the votes fall in favor of a guy with more emotion behind him – the guy who can get his team to play better and can charge up a clubhouse like no other – instead of the player with better stats, more marketability, and sheer popularity.

Ask Steve Nash. It happened to him twice. And there’s no denying it. The baseball writers of the nation have spoken. The sports writers around the world have spoken. This year, at least, they’ve voted en masse for Canadians – Nash, NHL MVP Joe Thornton, and now Morneau. Which is pretty sweet, actually.

But it’s even sweeter that a Minnesota Twin is the Most Valuable Player of the American League for the first time since Rod Carew won it in 1977.

The Minnesota Twins had the best pitcher (Cy Young winner Johan Santana, which wasn’t a surprise and therefore didn’t make it to BMOWP’s front page) and the best hitter. And they still lost in the first round. Is this what it’s like to be a Twins fan?

If so; God help me.

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On shuffling the Cards

October 28, 2006


The Cardinals have just won the World Series. Regardless of how bad the press seems to think they were, and how many Detroit fans want to say they don’t deserve it, they’ve won. It comes down to this: no one else could beat them. Their regular season record meant nothing. The Cardinals were the best team this postseason, and they’ve got the World Series trophy to prove it.

I admit, it’s kind of weird. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. That’s my team – my old team, actually; the first professional sports team I ever felt attached to. I could have been celebrating a World Series win today. Instead, I’m watching it from afar.

Before everything – before the Michael Jordan-era Bulls and the Miami Dolphins, and way before the Twins and Pacers, I was a Cardinals fan. My grandparents, who lived south of Cincinnati, took me to Reds games, often when the Cardinals were playing. So at the age of four, I saw Ozzie Smith. I saw Willie McGee. I didn’t comprehend a single thing that was going on, but I was there. And I always remembered that. I connected to them. They were my team.

The Cardinals were an easily identifiable franchise with a deep history and one of the top stars in the game – Ozzie Smith. He did back flips, and his name was “The Wizard,” and those two things made it impossible for me to like anyone else. I stuck by them for a long time.

I fostered a hatred for the Minnesota Twins for a long time after 1987, the year they bumped the Cardinals out of the World Series. I was too young to remember the 1982 Series win, so I figured they’d never win. It was my first sports heartbreak.

My teams have won championships before. In fact, I was spoiled by the Chicago Bulls for three years. But as time went on, the Cardinals became an afterthought, and through the strike years of baseball, they became a negligent part of my life.

So it’s weird that this year – the year I stopped sitting on the fence and embraced the Minnesota Twins after years of restraint and common sense – would be the Cardinals’ year. They were my first team. And now they’ve won a championship. It’s like losing track of a good grade school friend. You find yourself hearing about them from time to time through your parents’ friends, and then you discover that they have signed to a huge movie deal, becoming wealthy beyond anything you could have imagined in grade school.

You know that, if you were still close friends, you’d be right there with him. You’d be shaking his hand and celebrating his good fortune, and you would be set up for life yourself, because you’d been such a great friend. Such a confidant. He couldn’t imagine doing it with you. But instead, you can only watch from afar, thinking about what it would be like to be celebrating.

Sure, I’m happy for them. But I can’t celebrate for them. I lost that right when I made the choice to be a Twins fan.

Congratulations, St. Louis.

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