What up world,
162 games in the books. No need for the 163rd. Playoffs are here and I couldn't be more excited. Target Field is polished up and ready. Twins fans are working themselves into a frenzy. October has arrived, and with it, the hopes of a championship run. Now, let me check the schedule to see who we're playing...
The Yankees? What!?!? Again??? Well, poop...
The F-ing Yankees. I couldn't hate the team more. It's a strong statement, but I don't see any way that I could hold a greater level of resentment. Unless, they hailed from Northern Wisconsin and wore hats that looked like cheese. That would be my nightmare.
I think of the Yankees as the preppy kids from 80's movies. You see them pop on screen, displaying smarminess and feathered hair, and the desire to punch them in the face rises exponentially.
162 games in the books. No need for the 163rd. Playoffs are here and I couldn't be more excited. Target Field is polished up and ready. Twins fans are working themselves into a frenzy. October has arrived, and with it, the hopes of a championship run. Now, let me check the schedule to see who we're playing...
The Yankees? What!?!? Again??? Well, poop...
The F-ing Yankees. I couldn't hate the team more. It's a strong statement, but I don't see any way that I could hold a greater level of resentment. Unless, they hailed from Northern Wisconsin and wore hats that looked like cheese. That would be my nightmare.
I think of the Yankees as the preppy kids from 80's movies. You see them pop on screen, displaying smarminess and feathered hair, and the desire to punch them in the face rises exponentially.
But the problem for our hero (the Twins in this case) is that they are stuck mowing lawns in order to pay for the cool car or sweet sunglasses. They don't have the luxury of daddy's trust fund. The preppy kids have all of the cool parties...
get all the hot girls (Hello, Minka Kelly)
and constantly hold the regular guys down.
It's the worst. It's not a level playing field. Our hero starts the movie with the odds stacked against him. There's no way the pretty girl next door is going to go to prom with him. Unless...
Maybe our hero wins the big ski race. Maybe he gets her to give him a makeover and they pretend to be in a relationship, but they end of falling in love anyway. Maybe they get stuck in detention together, and realize that this whole popularity thing is dumb anyway. Maybe, when all else fails, the Twins hold a boom box over their heads outside the World Series' house. How could she say no to that?
So bring it on Biff, or Miles, or the Yankees. We're ready for you...
-Sota
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