Monday, August 27, 2012

Who Needs to Stop and Pee?

Confession: This is the point of the baseball season when I get a little bored. It happens every year, not just seasons like this one. And last one. Mid to late August until mid-September when the playoff races start tightening just kind of drag.

It's like we're at hour 15 of a 19 hour road trip and we're exhausted and a little strung out, the Twizzlers are gone and we really just want to see the ocean.

So, consider the next few posts like an off-the-beaten-path side trek -- we'll stay sports related, but wander a bit.

Here is a video that is beautifully insane and very not boring:



Ciao, buddies.
-christine

p.s., click the video to full screen and turn on your speakers. Do it.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Rajai Davis Has Some Mad Hops, Yo.



This catch is ridiculous.  The jump + climb the wall part is insane, but that stutter step to nail the timing just pops my top off.

Wait... pops my lid. Pops my lid off?

Whatever. This catch is ridiculous.

Ciao, buddies.
-cr.



Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Just a Quick Question


Read this and then tell me...

is it weird that I find the imagery of Morneau and Muffinbutt cutting fresh produce together kind of totally hot?

Bro, I picked up this organic kale at the co-op before bp today.  You'll die for it.  I'm serious, you'll just die.

I thought so.

Thanks, buddies.
-cr.

Friday, August 3, 2012

The Art of Writing. Er... Blogging

Yeah, I know.  I'm sorry.

I think I'm having some kind of strange blog fatigue thing and it's all my fault. It has to do with social media + sports punditry overload, as well as a crazy-business + a general exhaustion of being a Twins fan these days... but I'm not blaming anyone but myself.

Lately, every time I've sat myself down to write something I've had this feeling that it's all been said, tweeted, posted, sound-bite(ed) to death already.

I seem to have forgotten how this blog thing works and, actually, how writing works, which is like this : that I have my own, unique perspective because I am me, not you, not Phil Mackey, not La Velle E. Neal, not TwitterFace33. And what I write because it occurs to me (thank you William Stafford) might just be something you've never heard before or that makes you think or that makes you mad or that moves you.

So, I'm considering this post as a writing exercise of sorts, a reset to remember what it is I do here.

So there.


OK, here we go!
Here are five random thoughts on the Twins right now:

  • I'm really surprised that base-running genius, all around little cutie-pie, Mastroianni's first name is Darin. Really? Darin?
  • I still call Justin Morneau "Porno." When he first came up we all called him 'more-NO' (remember?), which I remembered by thinking 'like bordeaux.' Then he corrected us and we were all embarrassed and my new trick became 'like porno.'  I guess it stuck.
  • It turns out I have no opinion on the Liriano trade. I just don't really care (who knew?).
  • It would be awesome if the Twins had a dugout cat. Maybe a grouchy looking persian named TK who just paces and looks disappointed for no reason. 
  • It will be incredibly sad when Denard Span is no longer a Twin, which I'm guessing will happen in the offseason. What a great player; what a great guy. 

Thanks, buddies. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts (especially on dugout cat).
-christine