We're going with this description for tomorrow's Page 2: Wednesday's Twins game was like sticking your lips out for a kiss and instead getting punched in the face, over and over again.
What is your preferred analogy for a game in which the Twins led 2-0 with two outs and an 0-2 count in the ninth, with all the momentum in the world against a fading team that was playing in the hated Metrodome for the final time ever, only to give up four runs -- the first two on back-to-back homers -- and lose a contest they just couldn't afford to lose?
