You tell ’em Grams.

My Grandma called me this afternoon to ask me why the Twins are so bad.

“I see how bad they are, and I think about how hard it must be for you to watch!”

“Nah. It’s not that hard to watch. I mean, it’s embarrassing and awkward sometimes. But I push through.”

“You love them so much. They should play better for you.”

You hear THAT boys? You have officially been shamed by my grandmother. You make her sad.

If that’s not enough to make you better at baseball, I don’t know what is.