In a sense, both MLB rules changes for 2009 are attempts to make sense of a world beset by uncontrollable, random occurrence. While it’s one thing to address the vagaries of weather in postseason games, it’s something else entirely to imply that the rules robbed a team of its allegedly rightful home-field advantage in the postseason.
The end of the MLB coin flip has its roots in the 2008 AL Central campaign. Despite being given at least a dozen opportunities to exploit the injured White Sox and take the division in the traditional manner, the Minnesota Twins’ season-long huff-puffing forced them to a one-game playoff against the injury-hobbled division leaders. The home team of that game was decided, as per the old rule, by coin flip, bringing the contest to Chicago, where the Twins were shut out 1-0.
Miffed, Minnesota promptly began an off-season campaign of sobbing and bitter, bitter tears that found a sympathetic ear. GMs voted last week for the rules change banishing the coin flip from any such decisions in the future. The home field in such a scenario will now be decided by the season record between the teams instead of an arbitrary coin flip, or by drawn lots in the case of a multi-way tie.
The Twins’ newfound distaste for contests being hinged on the random, unpredictable motion of flying objects is remarkable, given the historically huge number of Twin extra bases attributable to the carpeted concrete of the Metrodome and the insanely erratic paths of grounders upon same. Then again, it is that very monstrosity that has a date with the wrecking ball after this season, forcing the Twins into the open — where the sky isn’t colored like a baseball. Maybe they just see the writing on the baggie. Bravo to Burl Ives and company for finally embracing a more deterministic future.
Regular Twins fans don’t give a rip about a coin flip. The fact is that we are embarassed that we allowed a 2nd rate team to place us in such a situation.
You won fair and square.
However, next year look for the Twinks to win the division and for the Sissies from Blagojevichville to come 4th.
Whatever twinkie town. Thank you for giving us the Whitesox fans one of the exciting games ever! AJ punching the air after an awesome tag at the home plate from the perfect throw by Griffey and that scum Punto staring helplessly has been my desktop this winter.
Also I think that game helped AL Central save some dignity after the whole division looked like a bunch of cripples the whole season.
Considering the hair-splitting in the current franken-coleman senate race, contesting a coin toss seems minnesotan to the core right now.
Um, by second-rate team, I hope you’re referring to the Royals, as in the last weekend of the season, and not the White Sox. The whole 2005 WS and all.
Twinkies did a little too much early celebrating last year. Your guys thought that since they beat Big Bad Bah-Bay that they were going to whoop us. HA!
My desktop has been the picture of the Twinkies celebrating on the field as Jenks goes into the dugout after his loss.
You underestimated us just like everyone else does and because of it you LOST! So deal with it and stop your sobbin’.
HAHAHA “Blagojevichville.”
Whatever Minnesoooota. Don’t even rip our politics when you had a fake wrestler as governor once, and now you’re voting in Stuart Smalley to represent your state. Who’s next, Spongebob Squarepants? He’s not even real, you nut!
Plus you have PROFESSIONAL football/baseball teams that can’t play outdoors. Go listen to Prince, and have a coke and a smile.
That son of a Blagojevich you mention is NOT a Sox fan, he is a fan of that four-letter word team from the North Side of Chicago. Daley and Obama, however, are Sox fans.
Hey twinkie town. You live in a town. Your games are inside. And I am happy your gov isn’t a pro wrestler this time. Plus, most Senator’s use your airport as a brothel. In Chicago, a city, we have two teams who play outside. Both made the play-offs (the real one actually made a bit of a showing). Besides, our Senator is now president and he happens to be a fan of the South Side boys who kicked your butt. Quit your whining and go ice fishing.