Upper 50s + low humidity + nice gentle breeze = awesome sleeping weather. The furnace is off, the windows are open, and spring is here. I had the best night's sleep in weeks, though for some reason I had a very vivid but confused dream about George Harleigh. Don't ask, I have no idea why.
The Twins couldn't come up with the win yesterday to sweep the Tigers, though it was close and a pretty good game. Personally, I'll take two out of three every time. But the baserunning errors continue and they are driving me freakin' crazy. Yesterday, first it was Mike Redmond getting thrown out at third after tagging from second. That ended the Twins' half of the second. Then in the fourth, Jason Kubel knocked an amazing 420 foot double to center that scored two runs to tie the game. He then managed to promptly get picked off at second to end the inning. Arrrggh! I swear, there's some kind of karma that gets released when stuff like that happens and I had a bad feeling after that. Sure enough, the first pitch from Santana after that got knocked out of the park and the Tigers were back to a one run lead. The Gods of Baseball punish stupidity. It's like a law. Now, those guys are good players and I'm not going to get all pissy at them in particular. The team as a whole has got to sharpen up though or they are not going to make it in the AL Central. They're good, but not that good.
And now for something completely different. The amusing line of the day in the Strib is this: "Arnold said 10 people were identified because they left their clothes and wallets behind." Just another Sunday night in Moorhead, MN.