Twins 5, Red Sox 4
It was Back to School Night in my little hamlet, so I caught exactly none of this game. Thornton Mellon, however, continues to slay me.
Since I have very little to say about the Sox, I come here then to offer some small succor to my colleague, for whom I am fairly lousy company at the moment. Back on September 25, 2004, I wrote the following about a stumbling group of idiots:
I said some months ago that this team would squeeze into the playoffsThings turned out okay for those guys, as I recall. And I do, so very often.
on sheer talent, despite their poor play for a the majority of the season, and
that their relief in making the postseason in the midst of massive expectations
would be the jet fuel that propelled them headlong into immortality. I believe
it more now than I did then. They burned brightly in winning 25 of 30 games to
get into position to make the playoffs, and are now in the middle of a slow,
fading arc until the end of the regular season. They'll fire the engines one
more time, slingshot around the slower traffic in front of them, and scream
headlong into history. Pretty decent amount of ball left. Stay on target.
Not sure if that helps much, my friend, but here's to the Mets staying on target.