a heart with a twist of lemon

flower: [about two birds fluttering around] well! what's the matter with them?
thumper: why are they acting that way?
friend owl: why, don't you know? they're twitterpated.
flower, bambi, thumper: twitterpated?
friend owl: yes. nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. for example: you're walking along, minding your own business. you're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. woo-woo! you begin to get weak in the knees. your head's in a whirl. and then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. and then you know what? you're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!

the twins have me twitterpatted every spring. and it lasts all season. i went to the season opener last monday, and it felt like i was sitting in the dome for the playoffs only the day before. all the time between the end of last season and the beginning of this season had disappeared. thankfully, the sold out opener had a much better finish then the playoffs.

the espn baseball analysts don't give the twins a chance. they must be taking crazy pills. how can one go against a team with the reigning mvp, cy young winner and batting champ? yet, despite their stupidity, i wouldn't want it any other way. the twins play well as the underdogs, and i love a good underdog story.

if you're looking for me, i'll be watching baseball.