Aren’t we all glad to be wrong? Three weeks ago, just about every last baseball fan wrote the Twins off. The team had yet to sustain a good run of baseball, they were missing 60% of their rotation, and their most powerful hitter went on the shelf with a fractured back. Before they truly would right the ship, they’d also see their leadoff hitter and most valuable defensive player felled with a fastball to the head. Still, they did not quit. They would not say die. And now, over 50,000 people are going to cram into the dome tomorrow for at least one last game of electric baseball, electric in a way that will no longer be possible when the Twins make their much-needed move to greener, more natural pastures. The Twins officially control their own destiny. Play. Win. Repeat.

This team undoubtedly has flaws, and the fans know it. It would be foolish for anyone to look at this run of baseball and conclude that this team was optimally designed to grab a weak division by the horns, run away with it, and make a bona fide World Series run. That’s not the point right now. With the playoffs, baseball undergoes a curious transposition, morphing from a logical game of percentages and rational calculations to a game where the unexpected is as probable as the norm. In short, it becomes a game of the moment.

The Twins are not yet officially in the playoffs, but the energy and excitement surrounding this team for the past three weeks speaks an unmistakable truth:  This is playoff baseball, and we’re all damned thrilled to be a part of it. This is the moment. This is why we love baseball. GO TWINS!