A Day of Rest

Whew! What a sports week it's been around here. The Twins finished off a hectic 17 wins in 21 games run with some superb playing. The "final game" at the Metrodome was a home run fest- but it wasn't the last baseball game after all. All eyes stayed on the Dome for Monday night's Packers-Vikings shootout. Then came Game 163 and one of the most remarkable games I have ever seen.

But no, it wasn't over yet. Last night the Twins were in the Bronx- and, well, got bombed pretty much as expected. I know how I felt after all that. I was exhausted and I didn't get on a plane on Wednesday morning after all that excitement, get to my hotel in New York around 4:15 and then show up for a ball game 14 hours later.

C. C. Sabathia did for the Yankees what he was supposed to do. He won as he had done 19 times in the regular season. The Twins looked- and played- as tired as I felt. I couldn't get any excitement going during the game, even for those few moments when the Twins took an early 2-0 lead. The last they would score. No heroics last night, just journeyman baseball. On both sides. It's just the journeymen on the Yankees were up for it.

So tonight we rest. No baseball. No football. The need for a day off, even for the fans.

After all there's a game at the Dome again on Sunday.