Chicago at Twins. Bitch Sox 6, Twins 2.

I must confess I did not see the game tonight. BatDad's birthday is on Thursday and we celebrated it two days early, for security reasons. Occasionally, various members of the BatFamily got up to check the Twins score, and it all looked just fine, until suddenly it didn't. When it went from 3-2 to 6-2 we all expected that our bullpen melted down in some new and exciting way. So, imagine my surprise to find out that Carlos Silva pitched until two outs in the ninth. (If someone could explain that development, I'd appreciate it.)

We lost. But here's the thing. It doesn't matter that much.

Of course I hate losing to the Bitch Sox. I hate giving their bitchy little sox one moment of validation for their prodigious superiority complex. I hate giving them any support for their monomaniacal belief that they always have been and always will be a better team than we are. Really. Just because we've won two division championships handily, they were still totally better. There was just all the, you know, stuff and stuff. If it hadn't been for the stuff, well, they'd have stuffed us for sure. But good. And how. And stuff.

But I don't feel like these games matter too much. Of course we need to stay in this thing, we need to stay close. But there is a lot of baseball to be played, and many temper tantrums to be had for Frank "Darth Diva" Thomas. While the culture of the Bitch Sox has changed for the better this year, as a wise man said to me this morning, "If you smoke three packs a day, then you quit, your walls are still going to stink."

And about Freddy Garcia. He's a good pitcher. That's really nice. The Bitch Sox added a good pitcher. How 'bout that. Well, they need him; the Twins played like crap warmed over in May and the Bitch Sox failed to take advantage. They had every opportunity in the world to build themselves a healthy division lead, and they did not.

I'm not saying we don't have to get our act in gear. Our act is distinctly out of gear, and should we not, well, you know, then we will be looking up at their bitchy little bums all season. And no one wants that. We've got to start hitting again, we've got to find ourselves a passable fifth starter, Kyle Lohse has got to remember that he's a good pitcher, and our bullpen must get extensive and immediate psychotherapy.

And yes, the Bitch Sox individual players are better than our individual players. They totally hit the ball and stuff, and they pitch it really good too, and they make lots of money and that's cool.

But we're the better team. And I believe that sooner or later we're going to start playing like it.