2013 Game 162: At Long Last

...our most recent nightmare of a season is ending. A guy I've never heard of is doing the catching, which should tell you how engaged I've been. Ubaldo faces Scott Diamond. The Indians have won nine in a row and I can't imagine they'll be taking this opportunity to lose, what with that whole Wild Card going on. The Indians fought their way into the field but now might even host the play-in game against the Rays or Rangers. How long has it been since the Central pulled down a Wild Card spot? 2006, maybe? I should probably know this, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, I suppose I'll at least turn this on while keeping an eye on other games. They're the only Twins we have, and this is it for six months.

Thanks for another season, guys. Let's win this one to improve upon last season! If these trends continue, this team could be competitive by 2025.

50 thoughts on “2013 Game 162: At Long Last”

  1. Here's a question maybe your BR subscription can answer, Sean: what's the record for consecutive losses to end a season? If the Yankees beat the Astros today, the Astros finish with fifteen.

      1. Now that it's official, it's only the longest losing streak to finish a season since the 1899 Cleveland Spiders.
        The 20-134 Cleveland Spiders.

        As the American League dates to 1901, that means the Astros have the League record: in their first year!

    1. A friend is allowing me to use his Amazon subscription today (and yesterday). I watched three episodes yesterday and I have three today before I'm caught up by tonight.

      1. I'm a quarter of the way into the first new to me episode, and I'm not sure if I have the will to see it through.

        1. I'm about to watch "Ozymandias" and very bad things are coming, one way or another. I'd like to catch up, but two more episodes in the next four or five hours...it's a lot to take in.

        1. It is my opinion that when a man pitches nine innings of no-hit baseball, he should be credited with a no-hitter.

        1. For Padre & other old-school baseball name lovers:

          It was the fourth season-ending no-hitter ever, and first since Mike Witt of the Angels threw a perfect game at Texas in 1984. In 1975, Vida Blue and three Oakland relievers combined to no-hit the Angels and in 1892, Bumpus Jones of Cincinnati did it against Pittsburgh, STATS said.

  2. in the month of September, the Twins have been shutout 5 times and score 1 run three times (this is the 28th game of the month)

  3. Rangers up, Twins' comeback could push the 3-way tiebreaker.
    c'mon Twins!
    (I'm headed to the park with fam after getting back from a different park by myself. Go nice weather! Go 3Rivers Park District!)

  4. 16 strikeouts today. 3-16 to finish the season. Exactly the same record as last year. 291 losses in three seasons. A run differential of -174. Three teams clinch a playoff spot against them.

    I, for one, am glad it's over.

    Race to the Bottom:

    Losses Seasons
    96 2012 *2013*
    97 1999
    99 2011
    102 1982
    1. No official error on Parmelee. I didn't see all of the game, but I don't remember any "should have been" errors either. But, yeah, 4 Ks is not good. I think he K'd on 3 pitches, all swinging, so I think he just couldn't read Ubaldo at all. Too bad. He was 9 for his last 33 with 3 BBs and 7 Ks, so that had to be disappointing to finish that way.

  5. Game over. Season over. 66-96. Again. *sigh*

    T.C. Bear sat by his locker. As he took off his uniform for the last time this year, he reflected on the season just completed.

    The boys had struggled this year, and he felt bad about that. Still, for him personally, it had been a good season. He had entertained lots of people. He seemed to be as popular as ever, especially with the kids. Terry Ryan had assured him that the club would pick up his option for 2014. Not a bad season at all.

    Still, now it was over. Time to lay in some supplies and get ready to hibernate. Oh, he'd set his alarm to get up for TwinsFest and the Winter Caravan. He might even make a personal appearance or two. For the most part, though, it was time to rest after a long season.

    That was okay. He didn't mind sleeping through the long Minnesota winter. Except for one thing. Except for The Dream.

    It wasn't a bad dream; quite the opposite, in fact. It was always pretty much the same. The Twins were playing in the World Series. It was Game Seven. It was the bottom of the ninth, and the Twins trailed by three runs. The first two batters went out. Then, a rally. A bunt single, a strikeout/wild pitch, and a hit batsman loaded the bases. A home run would win the game.

    Gardy needed a pinch-hitter. He looked down the bench. Then he looked up the bench. Then he looked under the bench. Then he looked into the stands and pointed. "T.C!" he shouted. "Grab a bat! You're in the game!"

    T.C. clambered down the stairs and leaped gracefully over the railing--as gracefully as a bear can leap, anyway. He grabbed his trusty bat, the bat with which he had won so many mascot home run derbies. He stepped into the batter's box. He worked the count to three-and-two. Then, BAM! He connected and sent the ball high and far, over the fence and into the Minnesota night. It was a grand slam! The Twins won the World Series!

    It was a wonderful dream, really. Except....

    He had talked to Ron Gardenhire many times, and the answer was always the same. Bears were not allowed to play in the major leagues. Nothing T.C. said could change his mind. He pointed out that such blatant discrimination was against the spirit of the Constitution. He pointed out that times were changing, and that many people now considered being a bear to be a legitimate lifestyle choice. He pointed out that, after all, Prince Fielder was allowed to play. None of it mattered. Gardy stood firm. Bears could not play in the major leagues, and that was that.

    Someday, T.C. vowed, this would change. Someday he would live in a world where a creature was judged, not by the texture of his covering, but by the content of his character. Someday he would live in a world where bearophobia was a thing of the past. Someday.

    Now, though, he was getting sleepy. It was time to hibernate. Because you can discriminate against a bear, you can try to keep him down, but there are two things you cannot do to a bear. You cannot break his spirit, and you cannot take away his dreams.

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