Kansas City at Twins. Twins 8, Royals 3.

Batgirl apologizes. She does. She knows when she’s been proved wrong. Batgirl apologizes to Joe Roa—2 innings pitched, one hit, no runs. She apologizes to Aaron Fultz, 1.2 innings pitched, three strikeouts, no hits or runs. And she apologizes to Seth Greisinger—who did everything that was hoped of him. He pitched four solid innings with only two earned runs (which is nothing given the power-hitting prowess of players like Luis Rivas) lowering his ERA to 10.20. Okay, that last part’s not so good, but still. This pack of minor-league call-ups kept the unholy trio of Beltran, Sweeney, and Gonzalaz in the park—nay, hitless. Forgive Batgirl. She is as intemperate as she is beloved.

Of course, one could argue that the Royals are just a mess. Seriously, you know the Royals are in trouble when they intentionally walk Lew Ford. They remind me—well, of the Twins last April, when the starting pitchers couldn’t, you know, pitch.

And we were hardly perfect. Twins just don’t make stupid defensive errors; except when they do. We had a messy third inning, with a spastic throw to first by Greisinger, followed by an even more spastic throw by Jones, then a bobbled ball by Cuddyer. But I guess it doesn’t matter when you score eight runs a game—just ask the Texas Rangers. Man, how many would we have had if Henry Blanco were in the line-up?

Batgirl is feeling giddy and flush with victory. That's right: BRING ON THE TIGERS!

Posted by Batgirl at April 18, 2004 04:50 PM