Twins at Anaheim of Los Angeles. LAAAAA 4, Twins 3 (11 innings).
Oh, gosh, you guys, Batgirl's getting too old for this. Sure, when she started this blog at 23 she could handle these extra inning west coast games, but now as her 26th birthday draws nigh she's really feeling it. And apparently so are the Twins. Really, the whole thing's utterly unfair—the Angels get to play in prime time while our boys have to be up well past their bedtimes; Joe Mauer has only recently started staying up past 9, and Lew Ford is generally supposed to be lights out by 10 CDT, though sometimes he slips Corri a mickey so he can go play Warcraft. The point is, you can't blame Rondell for getting picked off second by three miles in the 10th or the Doctor for letting balls sail by his head willy nilly, no more than you can blame BG for drooling on her keyboard after 11.
Not that the jet lag hit everyone—at first Bradke seemed something like Mount Vesuvius; you knew it was going to blow, it was just a question of when. And then the sun set in the West and Bradke was like, "oh, hey, did the season start? Why didn't anyone tell me?" and suddenly there were all these gorgeous Radke-of-Olde things like ground outs and strikeouts and maybe even one-two-three innings, I don't know, I'm too tired to count. As for Jesse Crain, BG felt about as good with him entering the game in the ninth as JFK felt about those missiles going to Cuba, but thanks to some diplomacy and a nice slider, the whole thing was pretty non-apocalyptic. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to have the same control on his pickoff move to first in the 11th, the Doctor let out a big yawn at the wrong time, and the ball traveled past the Doctor, up the first baseline, outside of the stadium, over the state line, and to Las Vegas where it spent some time at the Bellagio, hired some prostitutes, got caught up in a whole crooked defense contract deal, and married some chick it met at the bar. Oopsie.
The point being, BG's taking some comfort in Bradke's performance in the middle innings of the game, and even some comfort in the fact that when he loaded up the bases he managed to keep things under control (How Boof-esque!), and that now she gets to go to bed.
Light blogging this week on account of how incredibly sleepy BG is.