Return of the Saint

What up world,

Well, crap. For the first time this season, the Twins lost a series. I was okay with the lack of sweeps provided by the team, as long as we continued to win the majority of the games. I envisioned an entire year of series wins (including something I like to call the playoff series), but now that dream has died. Thanks a lot, Twins.

Although this is just one series, and the Twins are still in first place, there are more troublesome signs that are starting to emerge. The Mountie's back is starting to hurt again, Lil Nicky Punto discovered his groin and promptly strained it, and Scottie Baker is as scared of opposing hitters as he is of the monsters under his bed. After a rather exciting start, I'm starting to get a little nervous.

I need something to restore my faith. Something to help me believe that this hot start is not just an aberration. What could it be? Maybe Jo Jo Ma's beautiful bat music? The increased on-base percentage of The Delmonic? Jon Rauch's emergence as the Undertaker? While all of these things help in their own small way, they aren't enough to sustain my belief in the team. I need some sort of miracle worker...

Enter Saint Francisco.



That's right! The Saint has been brought back from the dead. He has risen! Who needs properly working ligaments in their throwing arm? Not The Saint. He has been absolutely nasty (in a holy way - of course) throughout the start of the season. After three years of fighting against his inner demons, he's back to fight against his outer demons. Namely the heathenish Tigers of Detroit.



This is the Return of the Saint theme song. Entrance music anyone?

I'm convinced that he never properly descended from heavens before this season, due to the Teflon roof preventing his reentry. All we had to do was build an open air stadium for him to make his return. If we build it (with tax payer money), he (The Saint of 2006) will come!!!



Thank the Lord for Target Field. Thank the Baseball Gods for Saint Francisco.

-Sota