I suffer from foreboding joy as a Minnesota Twins fan. I’m still a devoted fan. I still watch on average 100 games a season. But as this season ends, it will be the fourth season in a row that we finish at the bottom of the AL Central and September baseball looks like amateur baseball. I had some hope back in April only to finish in September with distaste. This isn’t the only bad run of Twins baseball. We’ve had this back in the 1980s, 1990s, and early 2000s. I’ve lived through this before. I’ve experienced the joy of our many division championships and two great World Series with the 1991 World Series declared as one of the best of all time. But this joy is tempered because we always seem to have gutter baseball before the exciting wins. I’m in gutter baseball season.
My September Twins got a rare win last night. And against the now-division-leading Detroit Tigers. One of our young and future pitchers had a game to remember. After two bad opening innings, and he would have been pulled except the team needed him to pitch longer to save the tired and injured bullpen, Kyle Gibson pulled it together and got a win.
I lead you through all this misery to give you this brilliant insight from Kyle Gibson. These are words to define your life with bravery. Continue reading