A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a Batgirl feature known as Goober's Goat of the Day. And in that feature -- know affectionately as the G-GOD -- Goober would provide gentle suggestions for the overall betterment of Twins baseball. The suggestions were generally kindly. For instance, hey, Jacque Jones, how about catching that fly ball instead of dropping it? Or, mister big-head-bouffant-guy, why don't you try not obstructing my view all the time? While the G-GOD ultimately made way for such popular features such as dressing the Twins up like women, it still serves as an important reminder of suckiness past. And every so often, the ghost of suckiness past rears its sucky little head. Like tonight. Brad was bad, not rad, and he once again gave up a crooked number in the first inning. While every pitcher should be allowed the occasional big inning, Brad, I don't know how to say this, but, well, you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And once the game begins, you never get a second chance not to totally blow in the first inning. Thirteen months ago, your incredibly ineffective pre-game routine was Goober's Goat of the Day. Thirteen months later, it still is.