I don’t have a lot to put into this because my son is wandering around somewhere tonight I don’t know where and it’s going down to 22 degrees tonight. Somewhere in the back of his thinking he knows that if he comes here or just lets me know where he is that I will help him. But I know that he will not. It may turn out that the 2019 Twins turn out to be for me the team and year that mean the most to me, whether they do well or not, because that will be the year that I need it the most.
For now that team and year is the 1991 Twins. 1991 was a hard year for me. One night in August I got into my old beater to drive home from my second job. The Twins game was in the 7th inning. The Twins were behind. Bases loaded. Hrbek was hitting against a rookie reliever. Rookie couldn’t command his breaking stuff and the count went to 3-1. You knew that rookie was gonna have to come in with a fastball. I thought Herbie gonna go yard. Herbie went yard. I drove home and got up early the next morning to go to the first job.