This afternoon, I hung up my cleats and turned in my Twins fan card. I'm officially ****ing done with this ******* club. I was incredibly pissed off months ago when these talks started. Now seeing how we got three shit "prospect" minor league pitchers and one supposedly decent prospect minor league OF.....
**** them. **** the Twins, **** Carl Pohlad and **** the city of Minneapolis and Hennepin county for building a stadium for this piece of shit. I have hated Pohlad for years. This is the nail in the coffin for me. I'm done with this organization for the foreseeable future. I can guarangoddamntee you that I'll not spend one red ****ing cent on anything Twins related as long as it goes into this greedy pig's pocket or into the pockets of his family.
Any and all Twins fans that stick with the team through this, I don't know how ya do it. This pig owner has done so much to screw this team and this town for the past 15 years. Threatening to move, even though no one wanted the team. Demanding a stadium or else. Rubbing penises with that sh!theal commissioner a few years ago in trying to get the team shutdown, only to have his hopes for just that dashed when the twins went on a pennant run. He's the richest owner in all of MLB and he acts like he has no ****ing money.
I'm sorry, I don't know how to do or say this any nicer. **** him and **** this team. Someday, I'll pick up the pieces and maybe become a casual fan again, but not for a long time. I grew up watching and listening to the Twins on the TV and on the radio. When I would hear Herb Carneil's voice on the radio, it always reminded me of my grandpa as my grandpa was an absolutely HUGE Twins fan. I remember it broke my grandpa's heart when the Twins let Rod Carew go because that pig owner we used to have didn't want to pay him either. He didn't cuss much, but I remember him cussing out Calvin Griffith numerous times over the years after that.
My grandpa died at the end of May, 1987. Just a few short months before the Twins finally won their first WS. I was lucky enough to be at game 7 of that WS. I was downtown Minneapolis when the Twins won it again in '91. Both times, thinking about how proud/happy my grandpa would have been had he still been alive. I cried when Kirby retired due to the eye injury. I cried even more when Kirby died. I teared up when Herb passed as well, because the voice of the MN Twins always reminded me of my grandpa.
I've met numerous Twins players over the years. I've been a less-than-adamant fan of baseball as a whole since the strike in the mid 90's. I've never been afraid to say what I do and don't like about this organization....
.. but today... I'm beyond pissed. And I have this image of my grandpa rolling in his grave right now. I don't recall off the top of my head what the Twins got for Carew, if anything. That being said, as far as I'm concerned, we didn't get anything for Santana either. I'm just disgusted.
Good luck to those that can stomach this stuff. I wish I could, but I can't.
I'd say good luck to the Twins in the future, but I'll be lying. I wish nothing but losses and negativity on this team until that entire Pohlad family is out of this organization from each and every possible standpoint. **** the Twins. **** Pohlad. Carl, you are a bastard of epic proportions. I'd love to be the first person you meet in the afterlife to laugh in your face when you finally come to the realization that you were NOT able to "take it all with you".