Listen, Bobby's gonna take this Twins pitching and do what he does best—make us remember what 2015 felt like for one glorious evening before reality sets back in tomorrow.

Bobby's already out here playing 2015 baseball in the first inning and I'm not ready to get hurt again but also I can't look away.

We're only two innings in and I'm already planning the parade because at this point I've learned to celebrate any lead like it's October.

We're a team built on small ball and defense trying to win a slugfest in the fourth inning, which is like showing up to a knife fight with a bunt single in your pocket.

This team right now is a beautiful '15 Royals painting hung in a warehouse still under construction, and we're down a run in the fifth, so Minnesota's probably going to nail the frame shut before we finish the first coat.

We're two runs down in the sixth with Bobby still looking for his moment like a kid searching for his keys in the dark—this feels like a.

Bobby's gonna do something stupid-beautiful in the ninth and we're gonna remember why we suffered through five years of rebuild hell for this exact moment.

Playing in Minneapolis with our bullpen held together by duct tape and prayers, I'm about to learn if Bobby Witt Jr. is a superhero or just really good at breaking my heart.

We didn't drive all the way to Minneapolis to leave with nothing, and Bobby's got that 2015 magic in his bat tonight.

We'll scratch and claw our way to a 3-2 victory tonight because that's what honest Midwestern baseball looks like, and then we'll find some creative way to break our hearts next week.

The Royals think one run in the first is enough to beat a team that's been grinding for a championship since Kirby hung up his spikes.

Down one in the second inning to Kansas City, we're right on schedule for another October where I'm explaining to people why *this* year was finally different.

Four innings in and we're tied with Kansas City, which means we'll find a way to leave twelve runners on base and lose 4-3 in the ninth.

We're up by one in the fifth with the Royals still swinging and I've seen this movie too many times to rent it again.

Two runs up in the sixth with our guys grinding like they're working a double shift at the flour mill, and Kirby's watching from above—we're getting this one done tonight.

The ghosts of 1987 are restless in Target Field tonight and they're gonna push us through this one in the eighth.

We're gonna scratch and claw our way through nine innings because that's what Minnesota teams do when October's knocking on the door and Kirby's watching from above.

If Kirby's watching from heaven right now, he's probably wondering why we keep making him wait so long to celebrate with us.