Well, there's really not too much to say here, except that was rather disappointing. We had two wonderful starting pitching performances, but sometimes the ass bats come, sometimes when you are least expecting it, sometimes when you least want it, and when they come they get hold of you with their ass bat teeth and do not let go. Everything else went wrong--bullpen, fielding, baserunning, but none of that would have mattered if we'd managed to execute a little better. But that is the way of baseball, my dears.

As bad as the Twins were, the A's were great, exorcising all their first round bad mojo in fine form. Whomever they face, the Tigers or Yanks, Batgirl wishes them the best, and she wishes the Tigers the best on their current epic battle. Both are classy teams, worth rooting for.

This has been sad, of course, but it is just one series, and the real tragedy would be if it took away from the season. The Twins were nothing less than miraculous this year, and I don't want you to ever forget that. Our season ended Sunday in one of the most beautiful fashions possible--and a World Series hogpile would have been the only thing better than that. It was not to be for us, but the season itself cannot be taken away and Batgirl will simply not allow it to be taken away. Never forget this season, never forget what we saw this year, never forget MVP candidate Morneau, Torii's 30 homers, the Chairman's batting championship, the F-Bomb, Sideshow Pat, Cuddy's 100 RBIs, Santana's second Cy, Joe Nathan, the piranhas, and most of all, never forget Brad Radke. Do not let this fiasco tinge the beauty of the improbable words: Minnesota Twins, 2006 Division Champions.