Gettin' It On in Space

So after watching what will surely go down as one of the most epic games in Twins, and even all of baseball, history, it seems a little anticlimactic to sit down and write about the 200-mile high club, but what the hey, it's for science.


Adults only, please

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it seems a little anticlimactic

Poor choice of words, that.

By D. C. Sessions (not verified) on 08 Oct 2009 #permalink