Dear Matt (may I call you Matt?),
After your first start, I thought to myself, "It's okay, he's just nervous. No worries."
But after your second start, I must admit that I thought to myself, and may have actually said aloud, "He is SO not ready for the big leagues."
I was wrong. Sorry. My bad.
Last night, you not only located your fastball--which had been, um...something of an issue for you, previously--but you also threw pitches that were not fastballs. Color me stunned! And behind that innovative combination of fastballs and not-fastballs, you pitched five innings without giving up an earned run. And then, of course, you got to hand the ball to the rootin'est, tootin'est bullpen in the major leagues.
I think that when the Twins call on their bullpen, it would be courteous to offer the opposing team some Kleenex, don't you? And maybe a nice hug.
Oh, and congratulations on your first ML win.
Author's note: Um, well, it seems BatGirl and I both decided to catch up on our correspondence today. Though imitation may well be the sincerest form of flattery, this was just an amusing coincidence. :)