Posted at 2:49 PM on April 6, 2006
by Josh Lee
I should've known that the day a relative unexpectedly drops into town would be the day that the Twins start smacking the ball around like crazy people. While I was scrambling to make up the guest bed and figure out where to go for dinner, Minnesota was putting together a box score that I still can't believe is for real: 13 runs on 16 hits? Another homer by Shannon "Forget About Last Year" Stewart? A homer by Luis "I Can't Believe They Kept Me Up in the Majors" Rodriguez? A grand slam by Torii "Too Pretty" Hunter? I am weeping at the thought of what I missed. At least Handsome Brad stuck to his normal warmup routine; if I had missed a first inning without a multiple-run mini-meltdown by Radke, then I'd really be kicking myself.
Next time I have houseguests, I'm going to ignore any and all requests to go out for food or to catch up on family news. Hospitality be darned, we're going to order pizza and huddle around the radio, just in case another freak occurrence like this happens again.
The most amazing part was that we were DOWN four runs to start things off. The game, she was not looking good. In fact, the game was looking very very familiar. The game was looking like we might hold the Jays to another run or so, then score 3 or 4 in the eighth, and lose a one-run game that was never really contested.
But alas, all the bats but Batista's showed up (everybody but Tony had a hit).
That's not spring flowers you smell... that's HOPE, baby.
Has anyone else been noticing the many many games of double digit runs this year so far? Yesterday there was a 13, 14 and 16. The day before had two 10s and an 11. Opening day had an 11, 13, 15, and 16. I can't picture it just being rusty pitchers, because if that were true the scores would be 16-14, but instead they're fairly lopsided wins like 16-3.