(Disclaimer; this article was written during the time the Twins had the lead. In the time they relenquished it, it approximately induced me into a cycle of imminent doom and hate for the Twins Baseball. Also, the comments on the pitching staff were written before a cheese puff decided to disguise himself as Taylor Rodgers)

Lately, Jake Odorizzi has been making a legitimate case as new staff ace of the Twins staff.

And to be a frank, so has every starter the Twins have thrown out their not named Michael Pineda on the mound. But in all seriousness, Jake has been head and shoulders above the rest in consistency, durability, pitching length, in every start minus the Citi Field and Citizen Park debacles that really could’ve (and should’ve) been called off in the first place.

That however shouldn’t dissuade anybody that this Jake Odorizzi isn’t here to stay.

Refashioned, maybe.

High Octane, umm sure.

New, and very much improved. Hell, yeah.

The last season version of Jake Odorizzi was the ultimate head scratcher. In an splendid article writer by fellow handyman John Bonnes, he dissects the warts and wallows that doomed the hurler they call ODO to his less than stellar opening Twinkie season. I highly encourage you to give it a descent peek, cause it’s as I said, splendid.

The season as of today, has been a pleasure to watch, far above mine and probably your meager expectations. From the power splurge, and tremendous pitching, the Twins are on a nuclear level of destruction, one that isn’t internal, but external on how they’ve creamed everyone in their course.

But wait, wait, wait……….. wasn’t I the very person who implored and preached that everyone that everyone take a broader perspective on what the twins really are? Seemingly every season has been a loop of the constant theme of the Twins of what they are; a team taking one step forward and a half-mile back.

Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but the Twins are for-real. I received so many inquiries by family and friends, if they should emotionally invest into this club. Even though I’m the last you wanna ask from any gambling standpoint, as evidenced by my arbitrary affinity for the Buffalo Sabres. But, nothing so far has indicated to me that the Twins are teetering, and are bound to falter. So if that compels you to buy season tickets, just letting you know that I’m not liable if they epicly crash and burn just like the Vikings did versus the Bears.

On a more positive note though, I’ve gotta give it to the braintrust of Falvey and Levine. They’ve nailed nearly single decision they’ve been tasked to wage, and to resounding success. From the coaching staff and the unconventionality of hiring zero experience candidates, to reclamation projects in Perez and company, and how they’ve masterfully approached minor league development through the entire pipeline. So I think it’s fair to say that I’ll stop ripping them every time Niko Goodrum gets a hit under the Ron Gardenhire regime.

But……..we all know the seasons a constantly oscillating corkscrew, full of highs and lows, and the customary fluctuations that define baseball itself. The Twins however have defied the gravity that grapples to aspirerers, of which that plunged the high-flying mariners that looked destined to make a serious bid for launching taters into the space time continuum. But the pessimistic Minnesotan in me says, it could collapse at a moments notice, so it isn’t extraterrestrial to keep a healthy dose of skepticism even if things have been so ever optimal in every challenge that has posed this team. God I’m so desperate.

But that's besides how the Twins have completely house cleaned and refurbished a pitching units that once sported literally the least upside since 3M started manufacturing post it notes.

Once the achilles heel of the twins, the troubles for any above average pitching was the worst kept secret in baseball, and one documented well over the management of Ron Gardenhire. In every facet of pitching, in the pen and on the starters hill. Velocity, Swinging Strikes, Walks, and the results they bear, have all in some form or another improved.

Remember the old pitch to contact mantra that epitomized the starting staff? That’s so far in the Twins rear view mirror, that Kyle Gibson was pushed so far to the brink to eschew that searingly nightmarish era of twins pitching baseball, that he actually began tallying strikeouts.

Jake Odorizzi on a specific note, has been nothing short of really damn good. Brandishing a fastball, that will haunt the White Sox batting order for years to come, Jake has been wreaking havoc on the American League. The Twins have taken the league by storm, and plenty of that is owed to how well the Twins have pitched in length, and quality. Add to that repertoire with a already finely tuned splitter from hell, the once fitful pitcher has ascended to a different medium.

Pitching has really been a godsend, and much more that just a mere pleasant revelation on how exceedingly stupendous this frontline, backline and in between starting rotation has performed in their proficiency. Remember the rumblings of the bullpen crisis? Overextension has been on the back burner, and much credit is due to the starting staff to keep everyone fresh in the marathon, not race that is the MLB season.

Chemistry from coaching staff to roster has been the heart of how the twins have been able to instill such radical changes in approach, sequencing, and on the field conduct. Nevertheless this season has been such a divine omen, that it might be better to just enjoy it, instead of mincing and nitpicking every trivial error and miscalculation (which have been very few and far between), because god knows the next team that borders this will have an electronic strike zone, and retractable foul made of shatterproof glass, and a underground transparent seating area underneath the baseball field and etc and etc and etc……..

So savor this folks, cause the next good team will be playing in a new stadium post-Target Field.

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