Baltimore at Twins. Twins 4, Orioles 3.

Well, it's cold and dark down here, but that's the thing with holes in the ground—you don't fall down them for the amenities. The rest of Team Batgirl threw down a couple blankets and some cake pretty soon after Batgirl's endless plummet, which was thoughtful of them, except the cake had a bite missing from it. Batgirl's first thought, of course—after "Who took a bite out of my cake?"—was of her duty to her readers. Quickly, she tapped out a message in Morse code asking the rest of Team Batgirl to blog for her until they could get her out. There was a long silence, and then a blogtron came drifting down into the darkness suspended by a jerryrigged parachute followed by a crank-operated TV.

Well, okay.

Now BG's been cranking, she's been cranking hard for two days and so she's managed to catch much of the action. The reception's a little wonky though—Jeb has apparently stationed one of the BatKitties near the hole with a tinfoil antenna/helmet thing. The thing with BatKitties though is it's hard to get them to stay still. Sometimes, bugs fly by. BatKitties like bugs.

But that's not important. You don't care about that. The truth is, Batgirl is stalling here because she's not sure what to write. See, she watched the game, but there's not a lot of oxygen in this here pit and, again, the reception is weird, so she can't really trust her senses. The thing is, Batgirl seems to be under the impression that we won tonight. More than that, BG really gets the sense that we scored more runs than the other team.

Could this be true? BG's been Morse coding furiously, but no one from Team Batgirl seems to be around—Guys? Guys?—so she can't get any confirmation.

This much is clear. Lohse was totally 2002 in his performance, allowing two earned runs through six, and we went into the late innings tied. Now, BG's watched a lot of games lately, so she had a pretty good idea of how that was going to end up. The Twins were destined to lose this one by one run, it was just a question of when that run would score. Perhaps the 7th, when Shaggy Guerrier came on in relief and—Zoinks!—put runners on first and second. Or when he was relieved by J.C., who came on to face Rafael Palmeiro with those two runners on, for--well, it might be the lack of oxygen talking—but BG remembers pretty clearly that J.C. isn't always at his best when he inherits runners, and as Batgirl distinctly recalls, Palmeiro's gotten a little more "pop" in his "bat" lately. But J.C. coaxed a double play out of him, and somehow we survived the 7th.

But in the 8th, ah, surely this would be our downfall, for J.C. gave up a lead-off walk, and deep in the earth Batgirl felt a great rumbling that she assumed came from some organ of Gardy's or another. Walks, you see, will haunt. Especially lead-off walks given up by J.C. Romero in the 8th inning. But a sweet Bret Boone over-the-shoulder catch and a smooth 3-6-3 later and once again, we were home free. And then Batgirl started to wonder: Could we—possibly—hold them long enough to score a run of our very own?

No. No. As we learned on Monday, hope is the pill they give you to make it all hurt more in the end, and thanks to a base hit, a passed ball, and a sac fly the Twins went into the bottom of the ninth, once again, down a run.

But then—oh—again, BG's not sure about this. I mean nobody got any hits or anything, and there was absolutely a ground out and a strikeout, and did our catcher just try to steal a base? Who thought that was a good idea? But somehow Joe Mauer was on 3rd with two outs and things got very still inside Batgirl's hole. It's possible this is the point she passed out and started hallucinating, because a few batters later Jacque Jones hit a long ground ball to Miggy Tejada--who has a new Corvette courtesy of the good folks at Chevrolet--and then the next thing Batgirl knew the Twins were rushing the field, jumping up and down, and even—could it be?—smiling. Smiling! Also, Jacque Jones looked like a giant sandwich.

Well, look, it was probably just a dream, or something, but even so, it's a dream BG wanted to share with all of you, because it is a beautiful dream, one of togetherness and peace and joy and warmer blankets and, like, a protein bar or something? Anything?

Okay, things might be a little disjointed for awhile. BG doesn't know how long she's going to be down here. It's going to take a series win, maybe two, and BG hopes that it comes quickly because she misses the BatKitties. Plus, the food sucks.