Fils D'une Chienne!

Toronto 10, Minnesota 3

Well. It appears that Johan's evil lookalike escaped, went on a slimming regimen, and managed to fool the boys for six innings this time. Johan should secretly get a tattoo that he can show the pitching coach before every inning to prove it's really him, because Johan "K" Santana does not give up seven runs in 5 1/3 innings with a walk and five measly strikeouts.

The Twins' nine hits and three walks wouldn't have done the job, either, but they could (should) have managed more than three runs. Come on, guys, a 25% success rate isn't going to cut it.

In honor of this rare visit from our neighbors in that sane and lovely country to the north, I swore entirely in Canadian the whole game. Damnez-le! Sacre crap! Five-hole! Merde! There were a lot of opportunities to swear, what with all the Toronto hits and the fielding miscues and the stranding of runners. Oh, and the Whine Sox win over Texas, that came through before our game was technically over. I nearly let an American curse loose on that one.

And hey, welcome back, Corey. Good to see ya. We're sending Kyle Lohse out tonight, that should be fun. For you. Me? I think I'll just watch "Lost".