Batgirl is feeling a little under the weather, so no recap tonight. Instead, she would like to pose a question to you, her brilliant and talented readership. Nine days ago, the Minnesota Twins were a good offensive team. BG knows it's hard to remember so far back—but if you squeeze your eyes shut and think really hard you might remember something about boom boom sticks and piranhas and comebacks and, mostly, when people were on base, the batters would generally hit them in instead of hitting into double plays. I know it sounds nuts, but if you search back in the attic of your mind, you'll find it's true. Okay, so, my darlings—what the hell happened? Batgirl is bumfuzzled. I mean, baseball is a game of mystery and wonder, blah blah blah, but there's got to be some reason for this. So, what is it? What happened between Saturday night and Sunday morning? Mark Buerhle feeding on people's souls? T-Fat hanging out in the clubhouse again? More Lew Ford science experiments gone totally awry? AJ substituting the Twins real bats with ass bats? Staying up too late watching Project Runway marathons and listening to Tim Gunn podcasts?
We can't solve the problem until we name it.
p.s. The Bitch Sox, thankfully, seem to be having their own problems. The Twins are in the lead for the Wild Card--what say we try to hang onto it this time?