FORT MYERS, FLA. - There is no diplomatic way to put this, so I'll be blunt.
I'm standing in the sun, watching batting practice. You're in Minnesota, shoveling and freezing and cursing in breath that freezes in the air like a cartoon balloon.
I am talking with unconcerned baseball players and executives while you are stuck reading remote reports on a Twins clubhouse that, from afar, must sound like a combination of a UFC match and another "Saw" sequel.
I am not worried; you are probably thinking this might be time to sell your Twins tickets and become a fan of the Swarm.
I get the sense that Minnesotans are panicking about the Twins, while I don't think much has changed.
This might sound strange, for a newspaper columnist to tell people not to panic, but here you go:
Don't panic.
I understand that you're sick of winter and paranoid about injuries ruining a rumored summer at Target Field, but that's just the frostbite talking.