There is so little better in this world than a sweep of the White Sox.

The way that we won the games should have been enough - comebacks galore, scores of hits (47??!!!), great defense, a walk-off walk. But that wasn't everything, not by a long shot. The best of this gorgeous, beautiful sweep came from what it did to the team. You could see them waking up to climb from the doldrums that the first two months of the season represented. It is our annual late May tradition - we finally decided to stop hibernating, and start playing some damn ball.

We have a ways to go to become top of the pops in the best division in baseball. As much as we came back to help our pitching, it would help if: Baker could calm down, Slowey could descend from the heavens and Santana would stop giving up so many home runs so I could stop hyperventilating. We left an absolutely obscene number of runners on base throughout the season, although that could be a credit to how much offense we were producing (I repeat - 4-fucking-7 hits??!?!??!?!) But questions can't come too much right now. The point is, we rolled. We bloody rolled against our hated rival and, more importantly, we finally seem to be showing some life.

For all of my pre-season pessimism, it's hard to not be happy right now. And we don't even have Mauer back yet.

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EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!