No umpire was harmed in the playing of this Twins season.
No bat racks have been overturned, no holes have been punched in office walls, no dugout phones have been smashed to bits. To a man, the Twins say barely a voice has been raised.
"I'm not a food thrower," Paul Molitor said. "I'm not a tantrum guy."
But don't be fooled. At 59, the Twins' manager may appear stoic and detached. Yet he feels the sting of every loss amid the worst Twins season in more than three decades.
"I've been disappointed fairly deeply by the fact that we have to play under these circumstances for the remainder of the season," he said. "You look at the standings, you hear the jokes, you understand what people are saying. I try not to take it too personally."
He tries, in fact, to remain the same person today, at the helm of the American League's worst team, as he was one year ago, when he was applauded for leading his hometown club to the brink of a playoff berth as a rookie manager. If the stress of losing is taking a toll, the damage is entirely internal, because Molitor betrays virtually none of it, save for the occasional sarcastic remark about "our plight."
"I'm handling it OK, I think," he said.
That's not to say he's oblivious to it, of course.