Profile: Brad Zellar
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Live Blogging, Twins-White Sox, 9-25
All right. Fifteen minutes to first pitch. The biggest regular season baseball game in...what? I don't know. I can't think of a bigger one. And this is about as good as it gets --the game seven analogy that's been bandied about all day is valid. It's disappointing if your team loses in the playoffs (we should know), but, hey, they got there. A loss tonight would be heartbreaking.
No surprises in the starting lineups.
In terms of keys to the game, duh. Duh. And duh. It's a difficult game to play, but it's not that complicated.
Surprised? A Little Bit, I Guess
If you haven't been paying attention, you've been missing a strange, maddening, encouraging, teetering-on-the-brink-of-disaster one day, triumphing-over-adversity the next, almost wholly improbable stretch of baseball from the Minnesota Twins.
I Can't Believe I Watched the Whole Thing: That's Why They Play Nine, You Communists, Part Two
As I sat staring vacantly at the TV in the ninth inning of last night's Kansas City-Minnesota game, I had another of my brief, increasingly pathetic revelations. My God, I said to my dog, This really is my life.
Which is something I find myself saying to my dog with alarming frequency of late.
Are You Lonesome for Me, Baby?
All day a dragon in a rented crow costume was installed in the tree outside my house, shrieking imprecations and keeping me at bay.
A few months back I reversed the mat on my doorstep so that each time I opened the door I would encounter the word "WELCOME." My hope was that this would somehow strike me as a greeting or an invitation from the world. So far it hasn't quite had the desired effect. If anything, in fact, it's made me increasingly self conscious about what seems almost like a gesture from a self-help book.
What Fresh Hell Is This?
Sidney Ponson?
Come on, seriously: Sidney Ponson?
You have to be kidding me.
Truly, there is very, very little that could give me more displeasure than seeing that fat Aruban hump toss a complete game gem in the Metrodome.
My displeasure wouldn't be much diminished even if he had been wearing a Minnesota uniform.
