Twins at Chicago. Twins 5, Bitch Sox 1. Sweeeeep!

My dears,

A tough season, this has been. We have seen things, horrible things. We have seen a sucking time of epic proportions. We have seen a plague of ass-battery sufficient to wipe out one-third the population of Europe. We have seen six shutouts, series sweeps, runless streaks to shock and horrify you. Oh yes, my friends, we have seen Corky "Corky" Miller.

We have seen our boys out of contention since June—how were we to know when the Twins were on their goodwill tour through the NL West that month that it was only going to get worse? How were we to know that when Glenn Williams went down, he would take the last of our offense with him? How were we to know about Bret Boone?

It has been hard, my darlings, and Batgirl will not lie to you. Batgirl would never lie—except of course when she makes things up. I am not going to pretend we might not slump again tomorrow (After all, we face the Mariners now, and it is one thing to face Oakland and Chicago...), I am not going to pretend that the playoff light at the end of tunnel shines with the intensity of anything but the most distant star in the firmament (though was it—just a little—brighter tonight? yes, yes, I think it was...), I am not going to pretend we are going to catch the Bitch Sox after their simply amazing first half, I am not going to pretend an outfield of Abernathy, Ford, and Cuddles does not strike fear in Batgirl's heart.

It hurts to talk about these things, but we must, for if we do not talk about these things we cannot fully appreciate what a tremendous delight it was to sweep the Bitch Sox this week.

Take this, my dears, hold it close. Tuck it away in the dusty trunk deep inside your heart. No, no, other one. In the fourth chamber. There we go. No matter what happens from here on out, my dear ones, no matter how long and dark the off-season is, whenever the night is dark and the wind is cold, I want you to close your eyes and take this memory out, and as it fills your hands with warmth and light I want a small smile to cross your face as you think, It was beautiful.

With love,
Batgirl