It’s been awhile since I have commented on the Twins. Everyone and their uncle have suddenly become obsessed with football now that the lockout has ended. You might say, “Well so have you Amanda. You can’t hide from your tweets.” True I can’t; but just because I am constantly giving Packer updates left and right doesn’t mean I have tuned out baseball.
But what do you want me to say? Everything that could be said doesn’t need to be. I have lost the one trash talk topic I had all season after this horrendous series against the White Sox. I would just be preaching my frustration to the choir if I were to open up.
Some fans might call this season a train wreck. I don’t agree. There hasn’t been an explosion once during the Twins season that is close to a train wreck. I guess you could say the 20-6 loss against the Rangers is as close to combustion as the Twins will get.
So how would I describe the Twins season? Good question. I thought about the Twins a lot this weekend. I was at my cousins’ house on a lake in Wisconsin for a family event called Cousins Weekend. Maybe it was the random talk about the Brewers’ success or the reminder of Uncle Mike’s unfortunate infatuation with the White Sox that made me think about the Twins.
Either way, I have come to the conclusion that the Twins season is much like a tube ride behind the boat. Sound confusing? Well let me break it down for you.
When the boat first pulls the tube out of the water, you have to shift your weight to find the perfect balance and change your position until you find the one that is the most comfortable for you to control your body. This can be a sloppy maneuver that can lead to some screaming and even disappointment when you are tossed off before thirty seconds have passed.
The Twins started off their season sloppy. There were injuries and players struggled to find that sweet spot where a player normally finds his “balance”. They’d win a few games and then fall into a slump. Similar to the start of a tube ride: balance for a few seconds and then you’re thrown off.
After the initial adjustment, once you’ve had time to “get the hang of it”, tubing becomes a breeze. You know which way to lean to prevent yourself from flipping the tube and potentially losing the bottoms of your swimsuit—trust me, with enough momentum, it can happen.
Pretty soon 25 miles per hour behind the boat doesn’t seem so daunting, and you begin to feel confident that you’re not going to fall. That’s when the real fun begins. You start doing tricks like no hands on the tube or jumping from one tube to the next.
Yes, this tube ride has now become an acrobat show, and you are the star.
They might have been late to the “smooth sailing”, but finally the Twins were able to start a solid winning streak in June. Jim Thome began pushing closer to 600 home runs, Joe Mauer was thrown back into the mix after coming of the DL, and the Twins looked as if they had found their “groove” and were ready to play solid, consistent baseball.
All Good Things Come to an End
There comes a point when you are tubing when the driver and the rest of the crew on the boat become bored of watching you swing left and right, jumping from tube to tube. When they hit this point, you better kiss that confident, well-balanced acrobat you’ve become goodbye.
The speed of the boat jumps up a few mph, and the driver begins to make sharper cuts as they search for the largest waves on the lakes to take you over. You have a death grip on the tube and are dangling for your life as you are whipped from side to side. Your arms are so extremely tired you can longer hoist yourself back on the top of the tube and instead continue to dangle from the back end, praying you can hold on long enough.
All it takes is that one sharp whip across the water that will send you through the air to skip across the water. Face first, on your back or barrel rolling; you will be thrown in the most awkward and painful direction.
After the All-Star Game, the Twins began a painful journey through the second half of their season. They went back to winning just a game or two. They were attempting to hold onto the progress gained during their win streak, but ultimately lost their grip.
And the losses have been painful to watch, just like watching that tuber flip off and plummet into the lake.
Francisco Liriano’s unimpressive performances have left many fans puzzled at how he could pull off a no-no earlier in the season. The 20-6 loss against the Rangers had many fans icing the wound even days after the fact. It didn’t matter if the Twins posted two wins after that to take the series; a loss like that was simply embarrassing.
The majority of the Twins’ games have left fans wounded; like the tuber who couldn’t hold on long enough, we our forced to ice the sore muscles of our team and wonder why we couldn’t hold on just a little longer.
Will the Twins ever get their act together? After this last series against the White Sox, I’ve started to doubt it. Maybe this year is just not their year. It’s time to face the reality.
And let the next group get on the tubes.