Greetings blog faithful, on a beautiful Thursday in the Twin Cities. It’s beautiful on many levels, including the real sense and feel of autumn being in the air, leaves that are turning brilliant colors, and the most amazing sports news in a long time. After having not been in the playoffs since 2010, and after losing 103 games last year with most of the same players, the Minnesota Twins clinched a spot in the Wild Card playoff last night. That would be the first time in MLB history a team has gone from 100+ losses one year but then to the playoffs the next. It’s been an amazing ride, watching these guys, and the word that best describes them is “resilient.” Every time you think “Well, here we go again” they find a way to put any bad things behind them and turn it around. They’re an easy team to root for. Teamwork, brotherhood, family.

Welcome back, blog faithful. I’m going to switch it up a little this week. Instead of ending this installment with a good story that didn’t make the final edit of my book “Bats, Balls, & Burnouts” I’m going to lead off with it. This story is just too rich to leave for last, and it dates back to 1988.

So, we’re in that part of the year where all sorts of things are changing or happening at once. We’ve had a few delicious days in the 60s so far, but mostly it still feels like summer here in Minnesota. We’re in the 80s today and it’s humid. But, as the band Ambrosia once told us, “Time waits for no one.” If time did wait for anyone, I think we’d all be doomed, so perhaps (perhaps?) it’s better this way.

The following story was submitted by Mollie Lane, a 2017 fellow of The Perfect Game Foundation®. Name: Mollie Lane School: Brown University Class of 2017 Job or Internship: Social Impact Intern at Weber Shandwick, Hostess at the Players’ Club in the Capital One Arena How did working with The Perfect Game Foundation® help you? When […]