By any standard, the Twins season was a success. Their run to the American League Championship Series exceeded the expectations of their fans, the baseball experts, and also exceeded their own skill levels. Alas, the weaknesses inherent in the team were finally exposed through the crucible of playing the elite of the American League for 10 straight games.
Perhaps Alex Rodriguez's recent comments that the Twins would have ended up in last place if they had been in the AL West contained more truth than Minnesotans were initially prepared to acknowledge. It was an interesting and fun season of baseball, but the team's immolation in Anaheim this weekend was difficult to watch (in a slow motion, car accident sort of way).
They could not string together any clutch hits and the bullpen seemed unprepared, consistently throwing exactly the wrong pitch to the wrong guy at the wrong time. They were in a terrible slump.
During the season they could always count on the Tigers or Royals rolling into town to break them out of it. But in the playoffs that simply doesn't occur and down they went.
The good thing about a team stinking out the joint, game after game, is that you become very eager to see them take 5 months off--and that's where I am now, relieved that they're gone. And with baseball's departure from my consciousness, and the Vikings non-appearance, I can devote my time to more productive pursuits (Timberwolves, Gophers' basketball, Real World-Road Rules Challenge.)
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