The Long Wind Up

As I rest at my St. Paul home, I tend to ruminate on many important things: life, liberty, what my career will never be, and what in the hell the Twins doing again this year. See, I feel like I already should have seen this coming. I am sure that is the feeling throughout the land of many lakes. My resentful friends did not fail remind me that, per usual, this will be another lost year.

I did everything to convince myself, I really did. I watched the games, drank the Miguel Sano ‘Kool-Aid’, told myself Ervin Santana could be the AL Cy Young, and played around with the idea that we just may watch…