Losing Faith

What up world,

It's come to this. After 116 games, I'm willing to admit that the 2009 Twins are not the team of destiny that I had dreamed of in April. They are 5 games below .500 and 6 games behind the division leading Tigers. They have lost consecutive series against the Royals and Indians, and are currently getting crushed by the Texas Rangers. Our starting pitcher tonight is none other than Saint Francisco. Even in all of his holiness, he can't manage to string together a quality start. Things are starting to look extremely bleak.

For months I've been ignoring the writers and bloggers of Twin Nation. I've always maintained hope that something would happen. That something would click. That a light would turn on. That we would turn the corner. And any other number of cliche sport's phrases that you can think of, but the team never seemed to come together. They never gelled. They didn't form a cohesive unit. They didn't pick each other up. They spelled team with an "I". They were a group of individuals...

Sorry, it's a tough habit to break. Moving on...

Throughout the last couple of seasons, there has always been a point that I've realized that things have grown hopeless. It's depressing each and every time. After months of following box scores, watching the team on tv or in person, and hoping that the White Sox limbs will fall off, when you realize that you are going to have to wait through another offseason, it crushes the spirit.

It not only signifies the end of the baseball season, it also means that summer is coming to a close. Having a post-season bound baseball team can provide some distraction from the ever cooling winds of fall. Not that I have to deal with these changing weather patterns in the idealistic world of Southern California, but I can still sympathize with the citizens of my home state.

For anyone reading this, I would like to offer my most sincere condolences. Baseball, and summertime, are coming to a close for 2009. However, I would like to offer each of you a small glimmer of hope. While everyone has been focused on the increasingly poor play of the Twins' starting pitchers and the miserable performance of our infield of tiny superheroes, there has been another team gathering and preparing for the start of their season.

That's right! The purple clan heathens of Scandinavia have landed on the shores of the Minnesota River, in a small town called Mankato. For almost a month, they have been raping and pillaging this sleepy metropolis, preparing to make the move up-river to Minneapolis. It just a few short weeks, led by a hairless, socially awkward chieftain, the Vikings will take up residence in the current home of the Twins, preparing to wreak havoc among the entire National Football League.

Monday, October 5th. There will be green and gold blood running through the streets of downtown Minneapolis. The Vikings are hungry for cheese and overweight women. Beware Green Bay fans. I can hear the war horns of the Vikings, even here in the southwestern portion of the country.

So, while one season is slowly dying, faith is renewed in the birth of another. Bring on football!

-Sota