There are a few things I love about September... My annual Sister Weekend is right around the corner... The weather is awesome... Leaves are starting to turn... I can drag out my beloved hoodies... Schwan's "Autumn Treat" ice cream is to die for... And the Twins, once again, are in contention for a divisional title.
This business of being a Twins fan has become more fun for me since I now work with two White Sox fans. Nothing like a friendly rivalry to keep you in the game!
As usual, when we can keep Detroit at bay, our two teams sort of alternate holding the top spot in our division. In recent years they've both fought valiantly to the end and we've even had a pre-playoff playoff. Fun, exciting stuff!
This year, even without my personal presence at any games yet (still wishing), the Twins are having a great end-of-season rally and are secure (just for today) on top. Well, for a couple days. We are playing the Sox this week so anything can happen to change our lead. I wish they had the games on TV here! This is killing me!
Last night we won 9-3 so that put us 7 games ahead of Chicago. Whoo-hoo! Who would have thought?? Will we extend it to 8 tonight? I hope so. Right now it's tied zip-zip in the 4th so anything could happen.
Today, though, I needed to come up with something clever about the number 7. I recalled a grade-school joke about the number 6 being afraid of 7. So I just tweaked it....
Why are the White Sox afraid of 7?
Because 7... 8... 9.
Get it? 7 ate 9!
I love September, don't you?
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