No round-up this weekend, Batgirl's all Boof'ed out. In lieu, BG gives you her Blogger's Minute this week, from the Twins Magazine on WCCO.

It's been quite a week in the Twins clubhouse. With two of the starters demoted from the rotation, you have to wonder if Scott Baker and Brad Radke are watching their backs. It doesn't help that the demotions are getting progressively worse—with Silva in the bullpen and Lohse in Rochester, it's hard to even imagine what the fates have in store for the other two. You expect to wake up in the morning and find Baker has been demoted to Siberia or Purgatory, and that will leave nothing left for Radke but the 2nd through 9th levels of hell or, worse, Kansas City.

But of course one man's misfortunate is another man's spot in the starting rotation, and for the young pitchers in the Twins organization the struggles of the increasingly-less-Fab 5 must seem like the best Christmas present ever, even better than the Star Wars storm trooper blaster Francisco Liriano got last year from his mom. This weekend I think the average age of the pitchers was about 17 years old and the only worry is whether or not they'd be too distracted by the upcoming junior prom to focus on pitching to Carlos Lee. There's a lot of pressure in going to prom, after all, what with getting the tux rented and trying to remember the corsage and trying to convince your dad to let you use the Beemer even though you took it test driving that one time without his permission and got that itsy bitsy scratch on the door and got grounded for, like, ever and what's a scratch on the Beemer in the grand scheme of things and maybe Dad shouldn't be so hung up on the material, anyway. It's not like it's a Jaguar or something cool.

Anyway if these guys struggle, there's a whole organization full of young pitchers to take their place. Last year's first round pick Matt Garza lit up double A last week, and there are a few rookie league pitchers who might fit the bill. If that doesn't work, there's a kid on my 5 year old next door neighbor's t-ball team that's got a fierce arm. He's a shortstop, but so was Joe Nathan. When Joe Mauer's your battery's elder statesman, anything's fair game. It might sound crazy, but so's legally changing your name to Boof.