DEAR TWINS...

By: B

Dear Twins,

I know I should have written this a long time ago, but the recent events have caused me to change my feelings about things. I am just writing to say I am ready to commit to you. It has been a long time since I have written a love letter, so please excuse me if this is a bit corny. But I just want you to know how much I appreciate all you have done for me. And, for the first time in a long while, I am ready to give something back.

I love you, Twins. And I want to love you forever.

You have a right to be mad at me. When you fell behind in game three, I went into my friend's room and listened to music. When you didn't return my phone messages later that night, I knew you knew. I wasn't there when you needed me most, and for that I apologize. I couldn't open myself up to you. I wanted to. I promise I did, don't get me wrong, but I just couldn't do it. Now that I am ready to be committed to you, I feel you deserve to know why I shied away last Friday. I'm not a prude.

I've had a relationship with a sports team before. I guess I should have told you sooner. It was only one team and it didn't last long, I assure you. Still, I can't get Jan. 17, 1999 out of my head. The Minnesota Vikings and I were in the middle of one of the most memorable times of my life. I was there every week to cheer them on; I even had a T-shirt. They made me happy, happier than I had ever been with a team.

But on that infamous day, it all went awry. The Vikings assured me they wouldn't lose, but it happened. Another team came around and ripped my heart out… okay, I have to stop there. I thought I could talk about it, but I cannot. Sorry.

That was what was going on in my mind last Friday when you were losing game three. As you can now see, I have been hurt before. I am Tina Turner. Sometimes I am reminded by my own personal Ike, the Minnesota Vikings.

But none of this is the point. I have realized that the way I acted was unfair, and I readily admit it. I am going to deal with my demons on my own time. It isn't your fault Gary Anderson choked and Randall Cunningham sucked and Denny Green panicked. I mean, they're the ones who should be- never mind. I have no right to bring them up.

I love you for all you do. For the defense, for overcoming the contraction issue, for Torii Hunter, and for Gardy. You have made me happier than I ever thought I could be in a committed sports relationship. I don't care if you win or lose, I just care that you are giving it your all. And I know you are. For that, I am going to give you my all. Everything I have to give will be directed at you. Sweet, beautiful you. I can't get you out of my mind.

Tomorrow I am going to buy a new Twins T-shirt. I am going to wave my Homer Hanky, and if you lose, I'll use it to wipe away the tears. But at least I'll be in front of the TV instead of hiding in a bedroom.

I am giving you my heart, Minnesota Twins, and I am sure you know what to do with it. I love you.

Signed,

B

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