Twins Sisters

Today, in a shocking move, the Twins traded Carlos Gomez to the Milwaukee Brewers straight up for shortstop J.J. Hardy.

As is our usual MO here at Twins Sisters, when we’re not overly familiar with a player, we will reserve judgment until we see him play.  We’re also genetically predisposed to like anyone who puts on a Twins uniform, so we’ll give Hardy a fair shake. 

Still, will he be anywhere nearly as entertaining as Gomez?  Will he sniff his bat?  Will he come up with elaborate handshaking rituals?  Will he wear his hair in dreadlocks?  Totally doubtful. 

I understand the rationale behind the trade.  Span is a good centerfielder too, and a much better hitter.  We have a glut of outfielders.  We need a good defensive shortstop, and all of the statty blogs seem to agree that Hardy is.  It’s just that I’ve adored Go Go since the first game of 2008.  He got a hit to start the game, and if I remember right, he stole second almost immediately. Then Joey drove him in, and the Twins has their first RBI of the season before their first out.  It was pretty much love at first sight.   And I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more jubilant than Go Go was after he scored the winning run of game 163.  Are there any major leaguers who are more freakin’ happy to be playing baseball than Go Go?  Not a chance.

In short:  J.J. Hardy’s gonna have to be Pretty! Damn! Fantastic! at baseball in order to make this trade seem like a good idea to us.

Adios, Go Go.  We’ll miss you, and we hope Brewers fans find you entertaining and adorable too.

–Tricia–

That series loss to the Evil Empire still stings.  Actually, it’s beyond a sting.  It feels more like someone reaching into your chest and tearing out your heart while it’s still beating. 

Granted, the Twins made stupid plays.  Failed to capitalize with men on base.  Whatever!  We’re not here to talk about that. 

Apparently the umpiring was abysmal for the Rockies too, who lost their  playoff series to the Phillies last night.  **Sigh.**  This article argues for the use of instant replay beyond its use right now, for home run calls.  I take exception to the author’s calling baseball a slow and backwards sport, but his argument for expanding instant replay is an intriguing one. 

Sure, a replay would have shown that Joe’s hit  down the left field line was very clearly fair.  Would it have changed the outcome of the game if he had been awarded a ground-rule double?  Maybe.  Would it have changed the outcome of the series?  Doubtful. 

I think it would be ok to expand instant replay to determine if a ball is fair or foul.  Or maybe to determine if the outfielder really catches the ball, or if he’s trapped it in his glove after it hits the field.  I don’t think we want to second guess ball and strike counts.  I don’t want to second guess the ump’s decision if the runner is out at second, or if he’s safe.   That would take suck some of the fun out of the game, and it really would make it move as slowly as molasses going uphill in January.  Over the course of a season, bad calls pretty much even themselves out.  In the playoffs though, oof, they hurt. 

What I really wonder is if it would help to have some stiff penalties against the umpires when they totally hose a call.  Like suspension without pay.  A temporary demotion to the low minor leagues.  Instant replay would be nice to make sure the correct calls are made.  It would be fantastic if  the umpires calling the games cared about doing a good job.  That way, the need for instant replay would be rare.  People wouldn’t be clamoring for it so much.  The baseball purists would be happy.  The player who was supposed to be standing on second base would be happy too.

Crying in baseball is perfectly acceptable. 

The end of last night’s game was exactly as miserable as the end of Tuesday’s game was unbelivably joyous.  It’s weird how things can turn around so fast. 

I guess anything that can give you that much joy can just as easily stomp on your heart. 

I know the team made a major turnaround, and we’re stuck with less offseason than we were expecting.  Still…

Nuts! 

We hung up our cleats back in April, but recent developments are too good not to throw in our two cents.  Really. 

Think about it.  In early August, our boys were 6 games under .500.  They’d have one good game followed by two or three lousy ones.  Almost everybody gave up on even the notion of playoffs.  And honestly, I think we all pretty much made our peace with that.  We still watched the games and cheered, because it’s baseball, the Twins are our team, and it’s fun. 

Then poor Joe Crede, who really grew on me, needed back surgery.  And Justin was diagnosed with a stress fracture in his back and had to quit playing for the year.  Our rotation was  mostly untested rookies and guys who’d all had rough patches this year.  You all get the idea, you know how it was. 

But then, dang.  Cuddy moved to first base and started channeling 2006 MVP Morneau.  Nick “Big Game” Blackburn found his groove.  Brian Duensing and Jeff Manship pitched better than we could possibly have hoped.  And of course Denard, Joey and Kubel stayed awesome. 

Things really started to go the team’s way.  A sweep at the Cell.  Beating Grienke.  Enough wins against the Tigers to stay alive.  All the Tigers had to do was win two games against the White Sox, in Detroit, and the Sox won two instead.

So it all came down to game 163.  Again.  All day Tuesday I had a knot in my stomach.  I couldn’t eat, I was so nervous. 

That game was crazy intense.  Back and forth with the lead, some good breaks for the Twins, an insane crowd. 

When Orlando Cabrera hit the two-run shot, I screamed, and scared the bejeezus out of the kitty, who jumped off my lap. 

When Cuddy hit that triple, my hope was restored, but I just wasn’t sure anyone was going to get him in from third.  After the Tigers intentionally walked Delmon, Matt Tolbert came a millimeter from hitting into an inning-ending, game-ending, season-ending double play, instead scoring the tying run.  Again. 

Then Bobby Keppel pitches.  Bobby Keppel??  Yikes!  Watching him get out of that bases-loaded jam was a thing of beauty.  I had a feeling Gerald Laird was going to strike out, a gut feeling, so watching that third whiff was super sweet.

So here we are, at the bottom of the 12th.  I had totally lost track of whose turn it was to bat because of all the pinch hitters, pinch runners and defensive changes.  Go Go comes up to bat and gets a single.  Huh.  Cuddy grounds out but advances Go Go to 2nd.  Then Alexi comes up.  Alexi of the .198 batting average but still, who didn’t remember that clutch hit against the Sox in the 10th inning last September?  Up he walks to the batters box, and it’s like, oh please, please just a single will do the trick.  Please do it.  And he did!  I got off the couch, started hollering, “Run, run, run!!”  Go Go was off like a bat out of hell around the bases, and the throw to the plate from right field was nowhere near in time.  Yes, yes, yes, yes!! I was on the floor, pounding it with my fist, and screaming at the top of my lungs.  My son was laughing his head off.  He’s never, ever seen me act like that.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  What a game.  It’s impossible to imagine a better one.  I really was almost a puddle on the floor.  Division champs after a brutal August, after an extra game, after extra innings, with improbable heroes. 

Hot damn!

Ignore that first loss to the Yankees, fellas.  Ignore the hell out of it.  Go get ‘em tonight.  It’s time to put this Yankee curse to bed once and for all. 

–Tricia–