Next year, though....right?
We're almost to the end of this nutty season.
I had a lot of skepticism at the onset that this season was wise or even possible to complete. Credit where it's due: they did it. Sixty (or in some cases, very nearly sixty) games in the books. Weird books, they are, too. The Orioles were in contention until a couple of weeks ago. The freaking MARLINS actually made the playoffs.
Some people will undoubtedly dismiss this season as a freak show -- an exhibition that shouldn't have happened, or one that in some way counts for less than a normal, full, 162 game season.
Not me, though.
Old favorite Ervin Santana utilizes his Twitter feed to encourage everyone to #SMELLBASEBALL. To feel it. To let it deep into your bones. In July, I was skeptical, but man... This year, I smelled baseball.
I don't know what happens from here. There's reason for optimism, there's reason for pessimism. For now, we get a chance to dwell on the best sport there is.
All that remains is to have the looming, inevitable series occur at Target Field.
The bats have to come alive.
Pineda. Mills. Let's do this.
Dobnak starts game 1, not sure yet who starts game 2 (probably a bullpen game).
This all sort of sneaked up on me, so I don't have anything extra. Cleveland and Chicago have caught up, so it's time to put some distance between us and them again.
Get it done, Übermensch.
I'm about done with Royals games. I'd be saying that even if they didn't have our number, but right now, our favorite team is 3-5 against them, and 14-5 against all other teams. It strikes me that the Twins would probably like playing someone else for a bit, as well.
Tonight, the Twins send Dobnak to try to regain some sense to all of this. He did a fine job against this team six days ago, so there's no reason to think he can't do the same today.
Because of some truly menacing weather yesterday, we get to test out the goofy new 2020 doubleheader rules. Seven inning games! What do ya know about that? Funny that they are doing an actual, non-split doubleheader, now that there aren't fans to come.
Game 1 features former Terry Ryan thirst trap Ian Kennedy squaring off against Jake Odorizzi. The Odor this far has been mostly absent, so hopefully this game will get him started off on the path he was on last season.
Game 2 is unclear thus far. Bullpen game? Berrios? Odorizzi again? Who knows? It'll be fun, either way.
There were definitely moments this week where I thought that I'd posted my last game log of the year. It might be this one instead.
It's been a lot of fun having baseball back, particularly because Newbish has gotten obsessed with baseball over the past month or so. He seems to have acquired the taste in roughly the same way I did... Baseball cards. That 2019 pack of Topps Heritage I got for him has become his prized possession. He pores over them on the way to school; he imitates the poses he sees on the fronts of the cards (action poses are great and all, but there is something awesome about those cheesy, almost yearbook looking poses on old baseball cards); he's enjoyed watching the games (Kepler and Cruz are his heroes, mostly because he's seen them both Homer). Most importantly, he's gained a ton of interest in hitting an playing catch. It's great.
All of this is to say is that baseball needst stop trying to ruin baseball. Players, stay home. MLB, have a plan beyond "20-something dudebros not behaving like 20-something dudebros". Figure this out.
Kenta Maeda gets the start tonight. He was pretty solid in his first appearance, and the Spiders don't have anywhere near the lineup that Chicago does. I'm expecting that we might actually see our first six inning start tonight.
Yesterday actually happened. There was a meaningful, delightful baseball game. Kepler actually swatted the first pitch he saw over the right field fence. I actually got to sit on the floor with my son and we both got to watch our bullpen decimate the White Sox lineup while we played with Legos.
That was great. What do they have for an encore?
The Übermensch takes on Dallas Keuchel. Now, in theory, this is the type of matchup that we've kind of weary of over the past couple of years. Their Cy Young alum takes on our second year fodder. A few problems with that live off thinking though:
* The Übermensch isn't just fodder. He was a fine pitcher down the stretch last year, and I feel like as deep as our rotation is here, he'll break into it this summer.
* This is not 2015 Kid Keuchel. He's an old man now. He has tennis balls in his garage to help him park his minivan. He has to take a motorized scooter to get to the pitching mound, and has to take a walker to get to the top of it. He BARELY cracks 93 anymore.
* This lineup, you guys. Rosario WALKED in his first plate appearance of the season. They justifiably batted a potential batting champion 9th. Max Kepler may break the all time home run record by the end of
April err, August.
This is going to be good. Go Twins!!
The ending to this song is awesome.
Thank you for watching nibbish week!
I love so many things about this. The original is one of my favorite (mostly) instrumentals (I feel like it's based in some way around "Tequila", but haven't gone to the bother or proving it in any way).
This version removes all of the distortion and feedback, and adds...accordian and strings. The "Three way!" chants at the end are delightfully awkward in the best tradition of Magnetic Fields.
The camera work, on the other hand? Not so much.