This blog is called Monozygotic. On that note, I feel like I must talk the Minnesota Twins. On Tuesday they face the Detroit Tigers in a tiebreaker game for the AL Central spot in the playoffs. Over the last 20 games the Twins have won 16 including 4 wins against the Tigers leaving both teams with records of 86-76.
I personally am rooting for the Twins to pull off this come-from-behind run. Sure the fact that they caught the Tigers and forced this playoff is remarkable in itself. But it will be quickly forgotten if they don’t win Tuesday’s game. Their late season run is not the only reason why I’m hoping they win. The fact that they’re called the “Twins” has absolutely nothing to do with I want them to win.
The reason I want them to win comes down to one player. One Twin who didn’t even throw a pitch this season. It’s pretty obvious who I’m talking about, right? Pat Neshek of course! Pat Neshek is the reason I keep an eye on the Twins. Without him I wouldn’t care so much about Joe Mauer, Justin Morneau, Scott Baker, Nick Punto, Michael Cuddyer and all of the other Twins. Twins who I’ve come to think of as “really cool guys” ever since I joined the Pat Neshek website and was swept up by the pro-Twins sentiment.
So now these Twins have made a pretty epic end of season run and are poised to enter the playoffs with great momentum and as the feel-good team of the postseason. But first? The Detroit Tigers on Tuesday night.
The Tigers have not exactly stumbled through the stretch. (Sure, it appears that way when you consider the Twins were 5 1/2 games back only three weeks ago. But the Twins have just been that good.) Miguel Cabrera and Magglio Ordonez are still potent threats in Tuesday’s game. Rick Porcello is no slouch. Curtis Granderson can hurt you in the field or in the batter’s box. Not to mention I’ve seen Adam Everett make some pretty sick plays (admittedly mostly before Carlos Lee broke his leg. But that probably has to do with him leaving my hometown of Houston as much as anything else).
So the Twins have a dogfight on their hands. I think they can handle it. But this is baseball. It ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings.