The greatest five weeks on the summer sports calendar came to an end in spectacular fashion Sunday, early on the morning television screen from Portrush in Northern Ireland, and then late on the afternoon in the shadows of Target Field.
Those that appreciate sports with a slow build of drama – an aged group, to be sure – relish this period from the weekend of the U.S. Open through the British Open. It is the one hunk of time in the course of a year when the overhyped nonsense of the NFL is put on hold. It's a blissful period between OTAs and mini-camp, and the start of training camp, when even the non-stories of obscure NFL hopefuls are mostly put on hold.
Of course, with their decline in interest in both golf and baseball, ESPN and other outlets spend endless hours of those five weeks devoted to NBA player movement and free agency, which rarely amounts to anything in these parts.
When it did in 2017, with the acquisition of a star player in Jimmy Butler … well, we're still mad about that one. Thus, while the uninitiated in these parts join the babble, the astute veterans of Minnesota sports among us – we smile and wait to be told we'll have to get excited about premier additions such as Naz Reid for next season.
Actually, what we do is spend this hunk of summer watching golf and absorbing baseball, and hoping this NFL-free zone will never end, and knowing that it will way too soon.
What a conclusion it was, though, to the Five Weeks of Freedom: Shane Lowry wins in Ireland and the Twins manage a split in improbable circumstances in what was an epic four-game series with the Oakland A's.
Not too strong of a word: epic. There have been few home series in the Twins' 59-year history that included as much dramatic counter-punching as seen in these four games.
And, I don't think I've taken in a greater picture in golf – not since Tiger's famous putt on the 16th green at the 2005 Masters, anyway – than Lowry's beaming, red beard-adorned, Irish mug as he walked those last 100 yards toward his date with victory.