Fina-freakin'-lly.

We've waited long enough. Too long, really. The stress has gotten to Batgirl--she's been wandering through the house muttering strange things to herself, talking to her bobbleheads, making the Batkitties run bunting and basestealing drills. Batkitty #1 has a really quick move but Batkitty #2 really needs to work on his Batkitty leadership skills and Batgirl has demoted him to Batkitty Triple A. But then Batkitty #2 played an exhibition game against Batkitties #1 and 3 and kicked the tender vittles right out them and said, "Here's your motherflippin' leadership skills, Batgirl." Or at least he would have if he could talk, which he can't, because he's a cat, and cats don't talk--except when

But now, it's all over, the darkness has lifted, and we can all run around our houses singing "We're Gonna Win Twins." The season is here! The Twins are undefeated! Johan Santana is on the mound, and he stares at the opposing batter and wiggles his butt around and a butterfly flaps his wings in Brazil and a hurricane starts in the AL Central.

Batgirl will not be able to blog as religiously (or irreligiously as the case may be) this year as she would like--you must forgive her when there are no game recaps some days and series round-ups others. The relentless demands of her close personal friend will keep her somewhat busy, and she also wants to prevent Bloggers Burn Out (as seen in the DSM-V, Revised). She will also be gone for two weeks in April and here and there over the summer, but she promises to return better than ever, or at least not noticeably worse.