Posted at 11:19 PM on May 14, 2006
by Josh Lee
What? The heck. Was that?
The amount of strangeness that went on in the Twins' 7-9 loss to the White Sox has left my brain a little scrambled. Or maybe it's all the drinking I had to do to make it through the experience. Either way, the pink bats being swung somehow managed to be the least unusual thing that we saw in tonight's game, and that's saying something.
After Carlos Silva gave up a three-run homer to Jermaine Dye in the top of the 1st, Mark "R Before H Except After E" Buehrle topped him by giving up seven runs in the bottom half of the inning. Because the Sox committed two errors in the inning, however (one by Buehrle himself), only one of the Twins' runs was earned, and so Buehrle's outing counted as a quality start, allowing him to get credit for the win. Which he would get, because the Twins decided in the 4th that the Sox had made unearned runs look like fun or something. I couldn't really read Minnesota's thinking, as I was busy rooting around the apartment for more liquor to numb the pain with, but two errors, one pitching change, and five runs later, Chicago had taken the lead, and rather rudely declined to give it back for the rest of the game.
And as if all that ball-booting, unearned-running action wasn't enough, Luis Castillo managed to pop a bunt up in the 6th with two runners on, leading to an honest-to-goodness triple play. The White Sox had not turned a triple play since the Triassic Era, and the Twins had not batted into one since way back in the Permian. I suppose such a rare event should be cause for excitement, but in this case, it was mostly cause for open-mouthed shock. And another drink.
Hopefully, the Twins and their fans can write this game off as a confluence of freak occurrences, and come back to take tomorrow's game. It's not exactly a rubber match (it's a four-game series), but a series win would go a lot further than a series tie in Minnesota's effort to convince people that the Twins really can make a little noise this year, rather than simply killing time until they can blow the team up and rebuild. Otherwise, there's plenty of room at the bar.
Yes, the first half of that game was ridiculous. I started settling in for some weird 5 hour marathon battle. Besides the triple play, after Cuddy Bear took (TOOK!) that 3-1 pitch right down the middle with runners on 2nd and 3rd, I stopped watching because I knew it was lost. That, and I was done eating my fabulous yellow curry yam dinner.
I'm giving Cuddy the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't hoping for a walk, and was simply expecting a different pitch than the one he got (ya know, something faster). Still, not a good excuse, but a better one.