“Today, I consider myslef the luckiest fan on the face of the earth.”
In front of me, a television set is weaving a plot that will surely end in the Twins taking over the central division lead. Behind me are the short-lived memories of the not so little “ace” that couldn’t. Goodbye Livan, Hello Francisco.
The moment Twins fans have been awaiting all season has finally arrived. Francisco “Franchise” Liriano was handed a baseball and given permission to occupy the bump. The result: six scoreless. He rarely looked like the young Liriano of old, but he still offered up a performance far more deserving of a steak dinner than anything Hernandez had done lately.
Twins releivers pitched the 7th inning on and allowed two runs to the Indians…good chance the Twins lost, right? Wrong! I know it’s hard to believe, but without Hernandez allowing his 5.48 earned runs per nine innings to the opposition, the Twins actually caught a glimpse of hope; not to mention, the White Sox.
Liriano’s return couldn’t have come at a better time unless it had come much, much sooner.
Don’t be too quick to judge Liriano. After all, it was only one start. Liriano, who is not even half as good as the one from two much missed years ago, is unlikely to be much worse than he was in his outing today. To imagine him back to his form at the start of the season would be unrelievable. That is to say it would be like imagining the Twins employing the likes of Livan Hernandez, and who would want that?