I'll take what I can get.

Posted at 10:48 PM on August 3, 2005 by Josh Lee

I know that the season is already over, that the time of the Twins' reign over the AL Central feels like a long-ago dream, and that fantasies of a wild card run are starting to seem a little moony as well. That all the early-season talk about trying to win one series at a time seems absurdly optimistic when you're trotting out the starting lineup of the Rochester Red Wings every night. That the batters are taking turns at miring themselves in soul-sucking slumps that leech the defensive ability right out of their bone marrow, and the pitchers are working at a breakneck pace, knowing that while a low-to-middlin' ERA and a high strikeout-to-walk ratio are nice things to have, they don't amount to a hill of beans at the end of the day when they don't get any support.

Once in a while, though, someone gets a hit, and that hit comes at just the right time, and it feels good to be able to forget for a second how badly the Twins' season is turning out, and to just say it loud and low: "LEWWWWWWWWWWW."

And Cuddy didn't have a bad game either.

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