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Game 120: Twins at Yankees

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First Pitch: 6:05 PM
TV: Twins.TV
Radio: TIBN, WCCO 830, The Wolf 102.9 FM, Audacy
Know Yo’ Foe: Pinstripe Alley

From the bank that brought you the “right-size” stupor,
The man who sent fandom straight into the pooper,
A blundered thing with the Yankees on tap
To make Minnesotans feel further like crap.

What do we do in the Bronx
Suffering ownership’s clonks?
Perpetual jibes have ruined the vibes;
The Pohlads are at it again.
Withdrawn from selling, the news is tellingly
Certain: they’re bloodsucking men.

Ever meaner, I mean it:
Slamming the window and letting us drown,
Why still do they bring us down?

We’re mad again,
So mad again,
No cope, no surprise.
We’re mad again,
So mad again:
The world’s latest billionaire lies!

Thankless, thankless,
As it’s simply been all slammed pain… how mad we are
We’ve had unfairer adversity thanks to those miserable, second-rate, defective
Baddies in MSP.
For years, those insufferable grease-cheeks have interfered with the Twins;
We never get a moment’s peace of mind.
Now, all that has to last?
Is there nothing to stop those assholes from ruining our game?
News right now is coring.


We’re bad again,
So bad again,
Won’t stop falling flat.
We’re mad again,
So mad again,
We’re mad again at Joe, greedy rat!

(imagine a certain face of ownership pasted over Bartholomew’s)

No one’s prouder or louder,
No one comes out to the game just for you,
Might come last but you’re Number Two.

We’re mad again,
So mad again,
Our hope always dies.
We’re mad again,
So mad again:
The world’s latest billionaire lies!

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Source: https://www.twinkietown.com/minnesota-twins-game-threads/48304/game-120-twins-at-yankees
 
Tigers 4, Twins 3: Oops, No Hitters!

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It was a rare middling performance for reigning and likely future Cy Young winner Tarik Skubal, but the Twins couldn’t fully take advantage and squandered away another lead thanks to another episode of offensive incompetence.

The Twins were taking great at-bats against Skubal early, working counts and making solid contact despite a lack of runs. They were finally able to get a few across in the third thanks to a solo homer from the ghost of Edouard Julien. It was the first home run Skubal had allowed to a left handed hitter all season. The Twins added two more in the inning, but left two runners on, unable to put up a needed crooked number.

While Skubal limited the damage, the Twins deserve some credit for their performance up until that point. Skubal only induced 4 whiffs through the third inning and didn’t strike out a Minnesota batter until the final out of the fourth. Unfortunately for the Twins, that was also the last time they had a runner in scoring position until the ninth inning.

On the pitching side, Bailey Ober looked strong again in his latest start of the IL, sustaining his velocity in the low 90s into the sixth inning. He gave up a two-run homer to All-Star Riley Greene in the third and ran into trouble again in the 6th, but limited the strong Tigers lineup to three runs in 5.1 innings.

The Twins’ new anonymous relief core also deserves a shoutout for their strong performance. Kody Funderburk, Brooks Kriske, Michael Tonkin, Cole Sands, and Erasmo Ramirez combined to pitch 5.2 innings while allowing just two hits and a single run via the ghost runner in the 11th. Sands was especially strong, throwing scoreless frames in both the 9th and 10th, pitching around his inherited Manfred man.

Unfortunately there just wasn’t enough juice in the bats. A Brooks Lee double gave the Twins a chance to win it in the 9th but they couldn’t get the final hit. After Sands’ magic trick in the top of the 10th, Mickey Gasper bunted their Manfred man to third but Austin Martin couldn’t get down a squeeze bunt to win it. To really wrap up the incompetence, the Twins had Byron Buxton, one of the fastest players in baseball, on second to start the 11th but couldn’t bring him home to tie the game.

STUDS

  • Edouard Julien: 2-3, HR
  • Bullpen: 5.2 IP, 2 H, 0 ER, 1 BB, 2 K

DUDS

  • Little Joey Pohlad: spineless coward unworthy of stepping foot in the state of Minnesota
  • Jim Pohlad: his general existence
  • Royce Lewis, Ryan Jefferson, Alan Roden: combined 0-12

Source: https://www.twinkietown.com/minnesota-twins-game-recaps/48349/tigers-4-twins-3-oops-no-hitters
 
Twins Flashback 1965 World Series: Game 7

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Throughout this summer, we’ve taken a 60th anniversary look-back at the 1965 World Series. We’ve seen the Minnesota Twins jump out to a commanding lead, the Los Angeles Dodgers roar back at Chavez Ravine, and Mudcat Grant steal the Game 6 show.

With the current club set to honor the remaining ’65 gang this Saturday, it is time to dive into the winner-take-all contest at Metropolitan Stadium.

Game 7: 10/14/65​


As 50,596 spectators tackled the turnstiles on a 50 degree day with little wind and no precipitation—not bad for mid-October Minny—Sandy Koufax & Jim Kaat warmed in their respective pens. Each would be making a third Series start.

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For the first three innings, lumber was laconic—goose eggs in the R column. But in the top of the 4th, Kaat (pitching on just two days of rest) ran out of gas—and quickly. A Lou Johnson solo home run was immediately followed by a Ron Fairly double and a Wes Parker RBI single, giving the visiting Californians a 2-0 advantage and chasing Kitty to the showers.

In the bottom of the 5th, this special ’65 Twins group began to fight back. After a Don Mincher pop-out, Frank Quilici doubled and Rich Rollins coaxed a free pass from Koufax. Then, eventual AL MVP Zoilo Versalles lined a hot shot down the third base line.

Somewhere in the multiverse, there’s a thread where Zoilo’s zonk rattles around LF—scoring two runs—and the Twins chase Sandy from the slab. Alas, in this galactic plain Dodgers third baseman Jim Gilliam made a tremendous snare and raced to touch 3B for the force out. After Joe Nossek grounded out, the rally was stymied.

Remarkably, the bullpen procession of Al Worthington, Johnny Klippstein, Jim Merritt, & Jim Perry had kept LA quiet (6 IP, 2 H, 0 ER) since Kaat acquiesced. The problem? After escaping the 5th, Koufax was other-worldly. As a result, it was still a 2-0 contest headed to MN’s “last ups” of the 1965 campaign.

After Tony Oliva grounded out to start the bottom of the 9th, Harmon Killebrew—ever the Twins Territory hero—singled to keep hope alive. But when Earl Battey whiffed on three Koufax offerings it was Bob Allison-or-bust.

On a 2-2 count, Allison swung through a Sandy speedball—and the MLB Commissioner’s Trophy would be taking a flight to the West Coast.

The story of this game will forever be Sandy Koufax’s dominance on two days rest: 9 IP, 3 H, 0 ER, 10 K, 3 BB. In today’s parlance: “peak Koufax”. Much like Tom Brady on a game-ending drive or Michael Jordan with a game-deciding jumper, Sandy simply would not be denied.

The 1965 season remains a magical memory in Minnesota. To this day, it ranks as the most successful single season (102-60) in franchise history and was only lanced by a lefty legend. If you are looking for a reason to get out to the ballpark tomorrow, you could do a lot worse than cheering on those remaining stalwarts of Twins past. Oliva, Kaat & Co. deserve a roar the likes of which might register on an LA seismometer.

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Source: https://www.twinkietown.com/minneso...dodgers-1965-world-series-game-7-sandy-koufax
 
Tigers 7, Twins 0: Ohl, Ohl, Ohl not magic, you know

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The pitcher, one Mr. Ohl, did not show that ready-for-prime magic, not yet. He’s 25! Give him time. The Twins couldn’t hit anything. It’s a theme. Inning-by-inning notes:

1: Pierson Ohl, he of the 7.15 ERA on the year, gets the start, and immediately reminds you why he’s on your fantasy rotation. Hit, hit, error (by birthday boy Luke Keaschall). Out, walk, K, hit hit. I didn’t say Ohl was on your BASEBALL fantasy rotation. It finally ends when Kody Clemens throws out Zach McInstry at home.

Zach McInstry’s name sounds kinda like “industrial metal” band Ministry. Let’s check and see if Getty has any pictures of the band Ministry.

Ummm… no. We won’t be doing that. There were Iron Crosses and swastikas. Knowing how metal usually rolls, I’m gonna assume those are things saying those symbols are evil. But you never know. So we’re not gonna do it. Tigers 5-0

2:
Mr. Ohl, who begins the inning with only 34 pitches thrown — hey that’s Kirby’s number! — is better in this inning, which doesn’t matter since the Twins won’t be hitting anything, anyways. 5 runs is like the 10 that kicks off “mercy rule” finishes in Little League.

Kris Atteberry on radio is talking about the Arizona bullpen being more “stuffish.” AKA, they have lots of “stuff,” high-velocity pitchers. The Twins are not playing Arizona any time soon so I am completely confused. But then Atteberry does a live ad for a Salvation Army homeless-relief charity program, and it’s quite sweet, and so I forgive him for veering off about “stuffish.”

3: Tomorrow’s promotion is a “Joe Mauer Replica Statue.” I dunno how big that is. I kinda hope it’s really tiny, like those pewter figures of D&D characters kids had when I was little. There was a dwarf, a wizard, add a Mauer. What would be a Mauer’s D&D attributes?

Strength: 14. Dexterity: 17 (remember that behind-the-foul-net catch?). Constitution: 9. Intelligence: 15. Wisdom: 16. Charisma: 6.

Detroit scores more. Ohl leaves. José Ureña comes in. Detroit scores more. Mickey Gasper is the catcher and misses a catch but it doesn’t matter.

4: Something…. I dunno. Something in this game they play / Annoys me like most other Twins games / Something in the way they boooooore me / I don’t want to write them now / I do not know even how. Bwaw bwaw bwaw bwaw bwaw bwaw.

I have given up on recapping this game inning-by-inning because I don’t care and neither do you. I threw it open to random recap ideas in the comments and sandwiches responded with this:

Being gassy is okay

I like beer

Gasper shouldn’t be on an MLB team

Molitor-Koskie crossovers? I think he coached while Koskie was on the Twins?

Would a Gladden-Molitor broadcast carry?

Jhoan Duran carted off field after taking a hit ball off his leg

I like beer

Buttermilk is underused in baking

That’s great, and better than anything I’ve got.

7: Alright. There are Country Fans here tonight. (Bob Wills is still the king.) The Country Fans are here to see Dustin Lynch, not related to Twin Peaks director David or Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers drummer Stan.

I was curious who this Dustin Lynch was, so I cued up one of his popular songs, “She Cranks My Tractor.”

It is not much of a song. I’m not gonna link to it. For what it is, it’s fine.

What did strike me about the video is how it’s got lotsa gals in skimpy clothes that turn Dustin’s crank, as it were. Not unlike the gals in Robert Palmer’s 1980s videos. I mean… how generic can you get? It doesn’t bother me, it’s just predictable and boring. And Mr. Lynch is from Tullahoma, TN. I’ll bet there are good Twin Cities country artists out there. I’d rather listen to them than watch that country Robert Palmer stuff.

But…

Tonight, the Twins are playing Detroit. Detroit! Home of the greatest band that’s ever existed, the Funk Brothers (the backup band for every hit Motown song). And the greatest rock bassist of all time, James Jamerson (who was so loaded when he did the bassline for Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” that he had to lay on the floor and play the bass part on his back.)

If we can’t have a Twin Cities artist playing country tonight, at least we can have a Motown link? With a great James Jamerson bass line? Yes, we can!

(Also, Marvin Gaye is a better actor here than Tammi Terrell. They both have great voices, though!)

9: Paul Molitor on radio says “people don’t understand how big the rubber apparatus is” and I think we’ll just leave it at that, shall we?

Studs: José Miguel Ureña. Seriously — he’s been in MLB for 10 years and played for 10 teams, and he’s the total definition of a journeyman, the dude who’s just good enough to be a fill-in and never good enough to be a major pitcher. You know what? Good for him! The world needs fill-ins who just do their jobs and do them pretty darn well, sometimes. 5.2 IP, 2 hits, 1 BB, 3 K, 0 ER. Ureña was phoning it in as best he could, and tonight, I feel exactly the same way. Except he did a much better job of it than I did.

Duds: Joe Pohlad, who has sent me exactly ZERO FREE HATS this season, and that’s precisely why the Twins are biting butt. 2023? Free hat, reasonably successful season. Since then? No hats, team fails. Correlation is causation.

COTG goes to Matt for “how is it the Twins have one hit and already are 0-7 with RISP?”, Zach for a sweet train story, gintzer for not being too mad at me, and especially nagurskiinnortheast for “My hope is a towering infernal!” A) it sums up where many of us are at right now, and B) it’s a reference to a terrible 1974 movie wasting the talents of Steve McQueen, Fred Astaire, and Faye Dunaway, with a bad musical score by John Williams… yes, THAT John Williams! Jaws would come out the nest year. That has a great John Williams score! The Towering Inferno… does not.

Tomorrow’s game is at 6:10, featuring your Zebulon Mathews against Casey Mize, pitching-wise. Enjoy? Enjoy! There’s all kinds of stuff celebrating the 1965 WS almost-winning squad, it could be fun!

Source: https://www.twinkietown.com/minneso...gers-7-twins-0-ohl-ohl-ohl-not-magic-you-know
 
Game 122: Tigers at Twins

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First pitch: 7:10 Central​

Weather: National Weather Service still gutted, humid with small chance of storms, 84°​

Opponent’s SB site: Bless You Boys

TV: Twins TV. Radio: Methinks a good song or two has come from Detroit over the years


Tonight’s Twins starter, or opener, or whatever, Pierson Ohl, has made it all the way from Fort Myers to Wichita to Saint Paul and Minneapolis just this season. He probably throws several different types of pitches, and I don’t care, unless he’s a knuckleballer, which he isn’t. So, nope, don’t care.

I will say that the Wichita “Wind Surge” is a sh***y name on two fronts. One, you had “Linemen” just sitting there, waiting for you. What, you hate Jimmy Webb? I dunno who or what owns the Wind Surge, but whoever you are, Jimmy Webb is cooler than you. Here’s Glen Campbell doing the song; here’s R.E.M. There’s lotsa good versions. Although, really, only the 5th Dimension should ever do Webb’s “Up, Up and Away.”

Second, I’m not crazy about team names based on natural disasters, anyways. I guess it’s moderately OK if the disaster is based on plate tectonics, like the San Jose Earthquakes or Salem-Keizer Volcanoes. Stiil, those things DO kill people. Anything exacerbated by climate change is really kinda yuck. This means you, Carolina Hurricanes. Maybe we could have one named after those wildfires so strong they create fire tornadoes? There WAS a team named the Worcester Tornadoes, after a tornado that hit Worcester, MA, in 1953. Not a fire tornado, the regular kind. It killed 94 people, so root root root for the home team! The Worcester Tornadoes were part of the Canadian-American League, and existed from 2005 to 2012, when (per Wiki) “the Can-Am League announced that it was terminating the franchise’s charter due to a slumping financial state which included failure to pay for uniform cleaning.”

Speaking of Joe Pohlad, Craig Calcaterra pointed out that the Twins, Angels, and Nationals have all had a tough time recently finding buyers. I dunno much about the Nats’ situation and am not gonna bother to find out, but the Angels’ one was definitely connected to the little matter of the former mayor going to jail over taking bribes from the team. (So, taking illegal campaign contributions is, correctly, a crime, but paying those bribes? Free speech!)

As new commenter Real Viking observed the other day, the name of the game now in sports is being a real estate developer, and getting all that sweet, sweet property AROUND the stadium for people who want to live next to a sporadic traffic nightmare. The Twins can’t get out of their Target Field lease until 2040. That immediately makes them a less appealing purchase.

Although this could change. The original terms of the stadium deal stated that the Pohlads could not even sell the team before 2040, or else they’d have to repay Hennepin County whatever the increased sell price had become due to Target Field’s existence. It would have been a legal funtime battle arguing how to calculate that number!

That part of the deal appears to be dead now, probably bargained away for the Pohlads agreeing to spend a little bit of their own money in updating luxury seating boxes and stuff.

So it’s not inconceivable that a future bargain could include shortening the terms of the lease. “We agree to demand less taxpayer money now, if you let us sell the team to somebody who’ll threaten to move it unless they get MORE taxpayer money in the near future.” That’s entirely possible. When it comes to stadium demands, teams are like that character in Yellow Submarine who inhales everything and everything into its honker until the entire world disappears.

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(This character apparently has a name: the Suckophant. So today you’ve learned a fact about Yellow Submarine.)

Drew Magary at SFGate wrote about how as part of their new TV deal, the NFL owns a little piece of ESPN now. And this will probably be a wave of the future, with sports leagues demanding little pieces of the TV networks, be they CBS or Amazon/Paramount/whatever. Magary is right in mentioning that, while you or I don’t give five s**ts about who owns the like of Pat McAfeee and Screamin’ A. Smith, it is gonna be a loss once ESPN is forbidden to report on, say, the latest NFL player who shot himself in the heart because he wanted science to study his CTE-wrecked brain. And you can expect even less coverage of how stadium deals are a disaster for taxpayers, too.

Here’s a rather different sort of stadium deal! Tom Dart of The Guardian about super-expensive high school football stadiums! Which sounds crazy, but you know how big a deal HS football is, especially in the South. So, maybe it helps schools to have these things, like a $70 million football stadium in Texas. Although, Dart concludes:

“Texas is ranked 34th for educational attainment by US News & World Report, is far below the national average for teacher pay and expenditures per student, and according to one study, this year Texas teachers expect to spend on average $1,550 of their own money on classroom supplies. Many would argue there are better things to spend money on than school sports.“

Probably some of you applaud bigger football stadiums and making teachers poorer. You hate those overpaid teaching lazies! (Thanks for hating Mrs. James, by the way, I’ll pass it along.) But it might be worth noting what else Tom Dart’s article points out:

It’s long been common in professional sports as teams adopt a strategy beloved of airlines, with their myriad fare classes and options: charging wildly different amounts for the same product based on variations in the customer experience. As the masses in the cheap seats generate the noise, corporate boxes can deliver thousands of dollars in income per event, giant video screens appeal to advertisers…

Upscale new arenas are also a way to entice fans off the couch in an era when it seems like almost every sporting contest, no matter how obscure, is streamed. “Everyone knows their biggest competitor is being able to watch on TV,” [economics professor Victor] Matheson says. Climate-controlled facilities mitigate against extreme weather, and with gargantuan video boards, televisions on concourses, myriad food and drink options and glitzy graphics on LED ribbon displays, fans can go to the stadium, experience the live atmosphere and still gaze at screens…

The theory underpinning the design is that modern fans want a more intimate and luxurious experience, with changing tastes – and a changing climate – rendering even relatively recent venues obsolete. In 2020 Major League Baseball’s Texas Rangers quit their open-air 48,000-capacity ballpark, which opened in 1994, for a new 40,000-capacity building with a retractable roof. This season a minor league baseball team, the Salt Lake Bees, moved from Smith’s Ballpark, which also opened in 1994, to a new home, hiking ticket prices and halving their seating capacity in the process. The concentration on high-end customers, of course, prices out fans who cannot afford to spend heavily on a night out at the game…

Sports’ growing focus on premium customers mirrors a shift in the American economy as a whole: this year a Moody’s Analytics study found that the US economy is now deeply reliant on the richest households, with the top 10% of earners accounting for 50% of consumer spending, a sharp rise from recent decades.

I am a little bummed out on the Twins right now. If someone paid me $100 a month to write once a week about a KBO team, I’d be done with the Twins in a heartbeat. Make it $5000 a month, I’ll move to Korea and write about the team every day. (Nobody will pay me to do this; KBO teams have their own, better writers, who can write in Korean.)

But, maybe a little more than the Twins, I am just bummed out by sports in general. There’s probably a huge baseball CBO standoff coming, with the usual arguments about “greedy players demanding millions to play a game I’d play for free” (which, no you wouldn’t, not at that hours they put into it and the toll it takes on their family life). In a way, I get that people think athlete salaries are ridiculous. They ARE ridiculous. But so’s the money being made by owners. (Which, often, we’re giving them as taxpayers whether we like that sport or not.) So’s the money made by almost every CEO in the country. And teachers are paying out of pocket to teach kids.

I like to think of sports as a way to distract myself from the rotten things in our world. Increasingly, though, I think sports — the business side of sports — are becoming one of the rotten things in our world. And I don’t like that feeling. I like remembering the Jim Bouton quote from Foul Ball (his book about trying to save a historic minor league stadium): “Baseball is like religion. A great game with sh***y owners.”

I don’t like feeling that just by writing about big money baseball, I’m helping contribute to the big money side of it.

Yesterday we ate out for lunch, a real treat for us, and the TV was showing some Little League World Series game. A team from, I think, the Czech Republic was just getting whupped on by a team from Japan. The Czech pitcher, in the second inning, had developed a major case of the yips, and couldn’t do anything but throw ball, ball, easy pitch to wallop, ball, ball. He walked a batter with the bases full.

Think about that poor kid pitcher’s head. He was probably fantasizing the day before about how he was gonna lead the team to the championship. Now, it’s the second inning, and suddenly he’s allowed five players to score and the bases are loaded and THERE’S STILL NOBODY OUT. He is the loser. He blew it. He’ll rue that day for years.

Who, among us, hasn’t BEEN that kid? In some way or another? Hasn’t completely screwed up and humiliated ourselves? Maybe in a way we can laugh about now, but it sure stung at the time.

I want watching pro baseball to feel, again, like watching that kid baseball game did. And not that I want to watch kids play baseball! (I don’t, they fu***ng suck at it, I wanna watch good players.) But I wanna stop thinking about the money and the exclusive seating areas and all that crap, and just enjoy the sport, you know? Enjoy the personal drama of it.

And right now guys like Rob Manfred and his 30 bosses aren’t letting me. And it bites.

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Source: https://www.twinkietown.com/minnesota-twins-game-threads/48189/game-122-tigers-at-twins
 
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