By Jake Rossen
By Jesse Marx
By Michelle LeBow
By Alleen Brown
By Maggie LaMaack
By CP Staff
By Jesse Marx
To borrow from the argot of Edd "Kookie" Byrnes, it was a dark seven for the local baseball nine and its fans; any way you care to cut it, it was a very depressing week indeed. Just 25 games into the season and already the roller coaster, already the nutcracker, already the sucker punch and the meat tenderizer and the lost weekend. Already the full retreat of the rational world. Already the warning signs, the red flags, the litter of cellophane and marathon of malnutrition, the empty caloric blackouts: My God! Did I just eat that entire can of Pringles? Did I seriously just drive to the Holiday store between innings, in my pajamas and Sorels, to buy another box of Dots and another two-liter jug of Mountain Dew? Are my eyes deceiving me? Did the Twins just have the bases loaded and nobody out and fail to score a single run? Did Brad Radke just give up another home run to Randall Simon? Is there any other sport that forces its elderly and unshapely coaches to shoehorn themselves into the same snug uniforms as the players? Is this indignity somehow mandated by the rule book or merely tradition? Could you run in and check the statistics, honey, and see if Denny Hocking actually has more errors than extra-base hits? Did I just borrow from the argot of Edd "Kookie" Byrnes?
I'm sorry, but could someone please explain to me how a baseball team could go 8-1 on its last home stand--and sweep the Cleveland Indians--and then turn around and lose five of six on the road against such stiff (yeah, that's right) competition as the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and the Detroit Tigers?
I know, that's baseball. It's a damaging game, and it's a very long, frequently cruel season. I don't even want to do the math, but before it's all over it's likely that I will have poured hundreds of hours into a big, black hole...all right, I admit it, I've done the math: 486 hours, give or take a couple hundred. That's with the 162-game schedule, box scores in the morning, and the occasional--okay, frequent--television doubleheader (and I'm still not quite ready to come clean about the whole unseemly fantasy baseball thing). I'm no doctor, but I know from experience that that's a prescription for malnutrition and terrible social hygiene. And I don't even play the game.
These guys play 162 games, for crying out loud, and that doesn't count spring training. As Earl Weaver once said (and that's two Weaver quotes in two weeks, for those scoring at home): "This ain't a football game. We do this every day." The Twins are in the middle of 16 straight games--road and home--without a day off; they'll have a stretch of 20 straight leading up to the All Star game. The team has a grand total of 17 days off in six months, not counting the three-day breather of the All Star break. That's an incredibly punishing schedule, and I honestly don't know how the players do it.
Given the up-and-down first month of the season, it's apparent that Twins fans are going to have to develop some coping mechanisms and endurance skills of their own. In the spirit of the season (i.e., baseball season), I am pleased to offer a few time-proven tips for riding out the inevitable peaks and valleys of the months to come:
1) Take a shower, at least twice a week. Get in the habit of shaving now and again, between winning streaks, even when you don't feel like it.
2) Put on a clean change of clothes, if only to bolster your crumbling self-esteem. Try to never go to bed in the same clothes you woke up in. If you need to do laundry, go ahead and change into dirty clothes. It's the initiative that matters, the effort that counts.
3) Cut down on the snack chips, candy, and soft drinks. Mix in a bowl of cereal, a microwave burrito, or a carton of chocolate milk. You'll feel better for it.
4) Open the shades. Venture out into the back yard for a few minutes, if only to relieve yourself. It's your yard, after all, and a little sunlight (or a refreshing downpour) can work wonders on the sourest disposition.
5) Between innings, click down the dial to CNN. That way you won't feel hopelessly uninformed about the Robert Blake murder case and you'll be able to gird yourself for the snide topical references on SportsCenter.
6) Include your significant other, spouse, or children in your "hobby." Baseball statistics are fun and useful tools for fostering mathematical aptitude and enthusiasm in your children. Teach the members of your family how to use the important annual guides to provide you with quick and handy information when you most need it. Help them to understand your violent mood swings by explaining such fine points of the game as the fact that no lead is safe with Bob Wells a) warming up in the bullpen, or b) on the mound. Encourage them to come up with creative insults of their own for monstrous and unsightly Cleveland Indians pitcher Bartolo Colon.