It's mid-August. The sun is starting to lose its intensity. The days are starting to get shorter. The air seems more, oh, yellow somehow. And I'm down. For some time (like over 40 years) I've been convinced that I must suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Of course, they didn't call it that 40 years ago. But I knew there was something "wrong." I don't know if there's some biological change that occurs as a result of the shortening days, or some other explanation. For example, I love summer. I know that summer is coming to an end and perhaps that knowledge is enough to make me feel "down." In any event, I am.
On a happier note, I was able to celebrate my daughter's birthday over the weekend. She's 23 (!) and was down here from North Dakota to visit me and others.
What's with the Twins?? Their pitching is just abominable. Today, Francisco Liriano had another horrid outing, giving up 7 runs in 2 innings. The team is scoring runs, but there's no way they're going to be competitive without better pitching. Joe Mauer is back on one of his tears. Unbelievable! He's hitting .380 again.
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