"If you believe you're playing well because you're getting laid, or because you're not getting laid, or because you wear women's underwear, then you are."
-Bull Durham
What more can you say? Really, is there anything else that can enhance what took place over the last four hours? I think there's a path worn in the downstairs carpet from where I was pacing, and I'm sure my heart was at a constant 100 beats a minute for the last five innings.
Alexi Casilla was the last guy Twins fans wanted batting in that situation. He had gotten exactly one hit since Sept. 11. But perhaps he was fated to be up in that spot, after being the last out of game 163 a year ago.
But really, who needs to talk about fate? Tell the Tiger fans that their team wasn't destined to win that game, then dodge the punches they throw at you. This wasn't about fate. This was about two teams who gave everything they had, about 54,000 people trying to will a team to victory, and an entire region who want desperately to believe that a stadium can be magical.
As heretical as it might be to say this in light of tonight's events, I don't think the dome is magical. It's a concrete bowl with a baseball-colored teflon roof and seats that face the 50 yard line. But the Twins fans think it's magical, and when things start turning for the better, they start to believe.
More importantly, it's obvious the Twins think it's magical. They play with an obvious hop in their step when they're in that place, taking advantage of all the breaks they're given because they believe them to be gifts from the Dome. If the Twins believe they won that game because it was played in the Dome, then they're probably right. As long as they believe it, we'll go along for the ride.
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