We are stuck together, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, 'til free agency or Armageddon do us part.
Joe Mauer is not going anywhere; neither is our intense focus on him.
Mauer is the franchise player on a fallen team, the financial albatross around the Twins' bowed necks. Given his no-trade clause, Mauer's contract will haunt through at least 2018, when he'll probably be a singles-hitting first baseman.
Tuesday night, he heard jeers at Target Field while going 0-for-5 in the Twins' 3-2 victory over the A's, even as he has displayed a renewed determination to stay on the field.
Mauer has played in 48 of the Twins' 49 games. He entered the game ranked fourth in the American League with a .412 on-base percentage. He is doing his job yet not earning his keep, and that's the best he's going to be able to do for the next six years.
At this point in his career, Mauer should be categorized as a good player who, by luck of timing and birthplace, fell into a ridiculous payday. He's Donald Trump, without the orange comb-over.
Mauer deserved criticism last year, when he sometimes would work out for four hours a day but refuse to play in a three-hour baseball game. Booing him this season is like booing your neighbor for winning the lottery; it might make you feel better, but your emotions are not based in logic.
Mauer circa 2012 is a quality hitter. He's elite when it comes to getting on base. He's a pretty good defensive catcher with an excellent arm. He's a fine baserunner and a smart player. He's the last guy who's going to embarrass himself or his franchise with a DUI or a ridiculous quote.