When you have a ten run lead, you win the ballgame. Well, all but three times in major league history. One of those happened last night to the Minnesota Twins. Coincidentally, one of the other times it happened to us too.
In one of the biggest blowouts I've seen since we hammered the Sox 20-1, the Twins had a 12-2 lead after three innings. My mother called me and went to sleep, with visions of a Twins victory dancing in her head. Then it was 12-5, then 12-7. My roommate commented, "It would be funny if they lost." I shrugged and continued watching.
All of a sudden it was 13-9 with Holliday up again with the bases loaded. I thought to myself, "This is where it ends, he can't possibly hit a grand slam." But he did. And the next batter, Jack Cust, hit another homer to give the A's the lead. I'm not a crying kind of fellow, but I almost broke down in anger.
When the Twins last chance came around at the bottom of the ninth, Cuddyer smashed a double to left field and was brought in by a wild pitch. He was tagged out at home, but there was a problem; half of his leg crossed the plate before the tag was applied. Good call ump. Besides our horrid bullpen effort, you really stepped it up to lose this one for us. Now that I've yelled enough, maybe I'll be able to pull myself together for tonight's game. Maybe.