I would like to congratulate the Minnesota Twins.
Not for the success of Target Field, or winning another division title. That, as Denny Green once said of a game that had just ended, is yesterday's news.
No, I'd like to congratulate the Twins for spoiling their fans the way Hugh Hefner spoils pretty blondes.
Every conversation with a Twins fan I've had in the last three weeks has begun with a pained expression and the question: "What are the Twins going to do about their bullpen?"
That's logical, because the Twins have few other holes on their roster. But it's logical in the way that it's logical for a man with a Bentley to worry about a rust spot on his back bumper.
This is the "Princess and the Pea," with Twins fans playing the princesses and Pat Neshek's right elbow starring as the tiny irritant.
If you're a baseball fan and by late January your greatest concern is the identity of the pitcher who will enter the game in the seventh inning, you are living well.
Perhaps it's time to stop comparing our new-age Twins to the minor leaguers who stumbled around the Metrodome -- remember that place? -- in the mid-to-late 1990s, but for some of us there isn't enough laser surgery in the world to remove the scars.