Every year, Twins veterans force the rookies to dress in outrageous costumes on the outgoing leg of the team's last road trip. Thursday afternoon, the rookies returned to the clubhouse to find "Daisy Duke" outfits -- sleeveless flannel shirts tied at the midriff and cutoff jean shorts -- waiting in their lockers.
Another day, Matt Tolbert imitating Jessica Simpson might have amused. Thursday, the outfits mirrored the Twins' predicament -- way too tight, awfully uncomfortable and more embarrassing than they'd like to admit.
When you play 162, there are games -- and ways -- you can lose without feeling much stress. The Twins' 3-2, 10-inning loss to Kansas City, the second-worst team in the league, was not one of those games.
And this was not one of those ways: wasting eight strong innings from Francisco Liriano, failing to beat up Royals journeyman Brandon Duckworth, watching Carlos Gomez inexplicably get picked off to short-circuit a rally, and cringing as reliever Dennys Reyes threw the worst pitch of the day.
Let's be blunt: The Royals stink. If zombies are the undead, the Royals are the ungood. They're 62-83 on merit. They have only one winning record for a full season since 1993. They don't play particularly hard or well, and their only strength is handing the rare lead to dominant closer Joakim Soria, aka "The Mexicutioner."
The Twins bullpen lost this game in the 10th. With one out, Matt Guerrier -- can his full name, "The Beleaguered Guerrier," fit on the back of his jersey? -- gave up two soft hits to center.
Twins manager Ron Gardenhire called in Reyes, a lefty, to face lefty David DeJesus, one of the few competent K.C. batters.
Gardenhire told his infielders to play at double-play depth but be ready to charge and throw home if the ball is hit too slowly to turn two. He left the mound stating the obvious -- Reyes needed to keep the ball down and induce a grounder.