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The Last Windrow: Twins forecast encounters strikes

Well, as the Gipper would say, the sky has fallen on the 2016 Minnesota Twins. Some of you may remember that I made my yearly Minnesota Twins baseball forecast way back in April. I waited until spring training was over, and I checked with my sour...

Well, as the Gipper would say, the sky has fallen on the 2016 Minnesota Twins.

Some of you may remember that I made my yearly Minnesota Twins baseball forecast way back in April. I waited until spring training was over, and I checked with my sources who live down in Fort Myers in the wintertime. They gave glowing reports. I read a multitude of baseball magazines, and looked into my own personal crystal ball.

I did my due diligence. I really did.

Well, I wasn't far off. If the Twins win just a few more games and lose a few more games they will have equaled my forecast exactly. Only thing is, the wins and losses are reversed. Instead of my forecast 96 wins and 64 losses, our pin-stripers are about to do a 180 on me and reverse the total wins and losses.

It's true! I just had the columns reversed. I do have dyspepsia you know. I can make a mistake. One reason I couldn't understand Algebra 1.

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Yes, I am again chewing a piece of well sauteed crow. All of the optimism of April has evaporated like the water in my birdbath. What once seemed doable has become the Grand Canyon of despair.

TV sets that are normally pre-set to the Twins channel are now hooked up with the Knife Show or a channel selling cooking pots and pans. At least those are predictable.

What happened to our supposed pitching? Opponents are hitting our pitchers like T-ball. Want a good pitch? Right down the middle should do it. There will be a lot of neck strain treatments made this winter to our infielders and outfielders from craning their necks backward watching baseballs fly out of the stadium. Surgery will be in store for some.

And our hitting? How many bases loaded, no out situations occurred when a ball was dribbled out to the second baseman, ending the inning with no one scoring? Our big "sticks" spun around in the batter's box more times than are countable.

I'm sure our Coach Molitor banged his head on that dugout steel railing as many times. What could he do about it? He was a top hitter in the league many times, and I'm sure his stomach will take six months to heal.

The Twins fired the general manager in mid-season. Someone had to go, and it may as well have been Terry Ryan. I doubt if he could hold the bat or pitch the ball, but he got blamed for it.

So goes the baseball industry. I felt sorry for Terry getting the hatchet. He can't play for those guys.

So, while I'm digesting this sad and bitter crow meal for this sorry season, do I see any hope for next year? Could it be another "worst to first" season?

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There is always hope, but unless someone on the roster can find a fire in his belly and jerk these well paid ballplayers into some kind of positive force, I'm not making any predictions. It's just too painful to be sitting here taking my licks.

And, this crow is just way too chewy.

See you next time. Okay?

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