You can soak the Twins' performance in euphemisms, marinate it in clichés, drizzle it with excuses, and bake it in the usual "It's a long season" oven, and it would still taste like refried refuse.
The Twins, at the moment, stink. They look like they are playing underwater, and they have promised Phil Hughes another start. I would ask why, but I'm afraid they might tell me, and some things you cannot unhear.
Sunday, the Twins lost 8-2 to the woeful Reds, meaning they have won one of their past 10 games.
They were swept by a bad Tampa Bay team.
They were swept by a good Yankees team.
They won just one of three against a horrific Reds team that fired its manager in April.
Twins fans tend to obsess about losses to the Yankees. At least those are understandable. The Yankees field good teams filled with power hitters who get the benefit of umpires' calls when playing at Yankee Stadium.
Jose Berrios was given a strike zone the size of an ear bud Tuesday in the Bronx, and good hitters took advantage. At least the Yankees losses reside in the realm of logic and history.