Something weird happened over the weekend. I Googled playoff odds for Major League Baseball, while scanning the remaining schedules for the Twins and Cleveland Indians to compare their respective paths, while pondering which prospects the Twins front office should be willing to give up in a trade for bullpen help, while wondering why Trevor May threw a curveball instead of a 98 miles-per-hour fastball on an 0-2 pitch.
So this is what a pennant race feels like.
This is what meaningful baseball in mid-July does to a person, to a community.
Usually, we're knee-deep into projecting the Vikings' two-deep by now. Psst, they open training camp next week, by the way.
The Vikings still will command our attention as the top draw, but for a change — a very nice change — the Twins have become appointment viewing in summer and likely fall, according to various playoff odds trackers, which forecast the Twins as a virtual lock to make the playoffs.
This, of course, causes panic. Calling anything Minnesota sports-related a lock makes people fill buckets with nervous sweat. Souls have been calloused by heartbreak and worst-case scenarios have come true. Nothing ever, ever, ever can be taken for granted.
May told reporters Sunday that he was "annoyed" by a pessimistic tone in social media interactions over the Twins' division lead shrinking before the All-Star break. Sorry, Trevor. That's the nature of fandom, especially within Minnesota's borders. No one needs a history lesson to explain why.
This is fun, though. All of it. The swings of emotion from game to game. The overanalyzation of every game, every mistake, every missed opportunity at the plate. Is it a bit excessive? Maybe. But so what? Fans endured far too many summers of bad, boring baseball in order to finally experience this beautiful side.