Baseball can be cruel.
Michael Jordan never lost his jumper, Joe Montana never lost his touch, yet every autumn great hitters lose their swings.
The contagion -- know as A-Rod-itis -- has infected Justin Morneau, and during the Twins' 4-2 loss to Kansas City on Saturday it appeared to turn viral.
Morneau keeps one MVP award on his mantle and has another on order, yet the big Canadian is suddenly swinging like the game is back-yard badminton and he's sipped one too many Labatt's.
Saturday, Morneau eked a grounder through the right side to break an 0-for-10 streak but otherwise looked like a man unfamiliar with the strike zone and all too familiar with his burden.
With 46 more RBI than anyone on the roster and that second MVP trophy within reach, Morneau knows it is his responsibility to produce the runs that would send the Twins to the playoffs. The curse of baseball is that intensity can be counterproductive, and desire can boomerang.
The more Morneau cares -- and he's cared enough to play every game this season, even on legs that have barked like guard dogs for weeks -- the more he looks like a blindfolded kid feeling for a piñata. He has six hits in his past 35 at-bats, and his four outs on Saturday proved telling.
He left six runners on base, and as his soft fly to left with two on and two out in the ninth ended the game, he smashed his bat on the Metrodome turf, leaving nothing but a handle in his right hand. "It's been a while since I've done that," he said, after marching quickly to his locker to face reporters after the game. "I usually like to save it for the tunnel."