Phil Rogers of the Chicago Tribune asks Can't The Sox Get Kenny? Curiously, at the end of the article he seems to imply The Gambler could come back to Minnesota. It seems an awfully strange thing to say, though I suppose anything could happen. Lou Pinella couldget Manager of the Year.

Rogers helped the Minnesota Twins win the Central in 2003 and could follow new second baseman Bret Boone there in a trade. There's not a contender he couldn't help, including the team with the best record in the majors.

Jayson Stark at ESPN gives some dubious props for Twins in his Midseason Awards:

BASE-STRETCHER OF THE HALF-YEAR -- Speaking of Great Moments in Baserunning, we turn our attention to the exploits of Twins flake Matthew LeCroy last weekend.

LeCroy -- who is so nimble that the Twins have compiled an actual highlight video of the 8,000 times he has literally fallen down on the job -- is also one of those speedsters who makes Juan Castro look like Scott Podsednik.

But for some reason, he tried to go from first to third July 3 on what looked like a game-winning single by Mike Redmond. Which meant Torii Hunter (the runner on second) had to shift into late-breaking turbo to make sure he crossed home plate before LeCroy got tagged out at third.

Fortunately, LeCroy stampeded into third safely, with a slide that manager Ron Gardenhire said later looked more like "a man falling down a stairwell." So the run counted. The Twins won. And Gardenhire then told the Minneapolis Star Tribune's Jim Souhan: "My goal is always to watch Matty slide -- because when Matty slides, that's more entertaining than baseball itself."

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Top Five Injuries of the Half-Year FIFTH PRIZE (HOTEL-LIFE DIVISION): (TIE) Twins shortstop Jason Bartlett ripped off a fingernail -- in his hotel room -- while trying to rotate the TV so he could watch a basketball game. And teammate Terry Mulholland missed a game when he rolled over in bed and a runaway feather from his pillow decided to insert itself in his eye.

Meanwhile, ESPN.com Page 2's Eric Neel picks Johan Santana for his dream team.

I could trot out a bunch of numbers to justify Santana, but I'm not going to do that, because you know the numbers and you dream about the numbers and you wish, the way a man in the desert wishes for a puddle of rain, that the numbers were for you instead of me. But numbers aside, my thing with Johan is this: He can pitch. He isn't just blowing guys away (though he is surely doing that), he's also toying with them on changes of speed and almost computer-calibrated location. All of this means we're likely to see him maintain his high level of performance, I think, because it isn't a straight physical gift that might one day up and leave him, like a flighty girlfriend who suddenly got a better offer.

In more Johan-related news, Gordon Wittenmeyer at the PiPress talks to El Presidente about his slightly-less-Supernatural season in

And the Strib reprints a story from the LA Times that asks Where Have All the Organists Gone?