First off, Batgirl has spent at least 75% of the content of this blog bitching about the Bitch Sox TV announcers, and it is certainly true that her hell will feature them running on a continuous loop, and they are largely the cause of her enmity toward the fair team on the south side, so therefore she must take this opportunity to say she's listened to their radio announcers the last two days and they are quite good—knowledgeable, respectful, and, despite a lengthy conversation about closet organization, interesting. They also spent a good deal of time on sartorial issues, and it sounds as if most players survived these two games by dressing roughly like the little kid in The Christmas Story, which might explain the Twins offensive production, as well as Cuddy's giant brain freeze on the basepaths on Sat.

LNP suits up.

Not Justin Morneau, though. The stalwart Canadian wore nothing but a moose-hide thong for the weekend's tilt, and, when confronted with a fat rookie pitch with two on on Sunday, he shouted, "I've never felt so alive," except he shouted in French, because that's just how Canadian he was feeling, and the next thing you know, well, the rookie said merde, the Twins were up 3-0, and pretty soon Morneau was throwing his thong into the stands. And that makes you, Dr. Morneau, the
Boyfriend of the Day.

Goober/ Justin 2, BabyDash/Bart 1, Sooz/Cuddy 1, Batgirl/ Chairman 0, BatCub/Torii 0, Jeb/LNP 0, Readers/Field 0.