As I sit here staring at the blank computer screen, I canâ€™t help but have a sense of sadness come over me.
It isnâ€™t because I had a horrible week in Pigskin Pick â€˜em (which I did).
It also isnâ€™t because former co-worker Michael Brauer gave me a quartet of shellackings in NCAA football (which he did).
But instead, this sadness comes from the Twins.
Of course, they are on a roll. A big series with the White Sox will greatly determine how the rest of the season plays out.
I believe a sweep, or at least a series win, all but seals another American League Central crown.
This sadness comes from Target Field. While I was there in March â€” when it was freezing outside â€” to watch the first-ever game, it wasnâ€™t the same.
That day, the Minnesota Gophers were playing baseball, not the Twins.
This year, I have attended a total of nine baseball games.
I went to four in Kansas City on two different occasions, two in Washington, D.C. and three at Wrigley Field.
All four games in KC were against the Twins, so I have seen them live.
But I havenâ€™t seen them at Target Field.
The cold temperatures of fall are starting to creep up, meaning the baseball season is winding down.
With a full prep schedule and a pair of college football games on the horizon, I fear my chances are dwindling.
Minnesota does have 10 home games remaining â€” not counting the potential playoff games â€” so all hope is not lost.
As a pure optimist (I have to be as a Cubs fan), I know itâ€™s just a matter of time before I sit with the sun shining down on a warm summer day, enjoying a hot dog and Twins baseball.
It might not be this year, but someday very soon, I will be another paying customer at Target Field.