Monday night, I was supposed to write a recap of the Twins game for Twinkie Town. I’ve done this on Mondays throughout the year, and in the back of my mind, I’ve always thought, “One of these weeks I should just do a running diary instead of writing a recap.”

This Monday was the last Monday of the season, so I had to take my chance. It turned out at almost 2,800 words, and you can clearly see that I got more depressed as the game wore on. By the end I was just about ready to break down and sob. Or hit Trevor Plouffe with a bat.

Still, the Twins were ripe for jokes, and that’s always something.