Man, what a loss for the Stinky Twinkies last night. Aside from hero Torii Hunter, all the other hitters laid down like dogs (outside of the shining inning against Rivera) Kubel was 0 for 6, and looked utterly overmatched. Thanks Gardy for that decision. Stewart, normally the engine of this Little Team That Almost Could But Ultimiately Couldn't, was also 0 for 6. Jones was 1 for 6, and ended the game on his little lollipop throw with Jeter racing for home. Radke stunk. So much for being a big-game pitcher the Twins thought they were holding on to all these years. Of the 12 hits the Twins got, 9 were singles. I don't know how many runners they left on base, or even in scoring position, or what their batting average was with runners on, but it wasn't good.

This series is over. Silva will get blown out of the water tomorrow night, and the hitters will do what they do best, make a bad pitcher look unbeatable. Brown (the guy who broke his hand punching a wall) had a horrible outing his last time out, still has the hand problem, but will look unhittable against the Twins pathetic bunch of hitters. On Saturday, Santana will do well, but just not quite good enough (which is, he'll need to shutout the Yanks like in Game 1 cuz the Twins can't score runs) and will lose a close one.

Oh well, now we can just enjoy the rest of the playoffs and root for the RedSox to finally win the World Series.

After supper last night I took the kids on their bikes over to the park. Man, it gets dark early these days. Rhonda came with Ellie a bit later, and had the radio headphones, so I listened to game for awhile. Later John wanted to put on the headphones, so he did and said "I'm a daddy!" Ha.

I'll often call Hanna something like the Tomato Girl, cuz she likes tomatoes, or John is the Milk Boy, etc... At the park, I was pushing them in the swings, and I said Hanna is the Swing Girl, and John is the Swing Boy. And John said, because I was pushing them, "and you're the Push Boy!" ha, clever boy.