Minnesota baseball followers in search of depression can start with the best characters the Twins had going for them:
• Byron Buxton was producing and playing center field in such astounding fashion that I was looking up Willie Mays' numbers for the 35 games he played for the Minneapolis Millers in 1951. Those were .477 batting average, eight home runs and 30 RBI, meaning Buxton was 100 points shy of Willie, but already had him in homers.
On Tuesday at Target Field, Buxton smacked No. 9 above the bullpen in left center. By Thursday, he was injured again — this time, a hip blip that showed up running to first — and will miss weeks.
• Alex Kirilloff, the awaited rookie, flew out to the center-field fence in his first at-bat on April 30, then ripped two home runs. He had four home runs in three games, and two doubles in the next game.
And that was the conclusion of the Kirilloff phenomenon: four days. Wrist injury. Not his first. A couple of weeks out of action, probable rehab in St. Paul … we'll probably see that lefthanded swing at Target Field again in June.
• Luis Arraez, left field, third base, anywhere, but most importantly, a lefty to lead off, to slap a clutch hit, a general pain-in-the-posterior for opponents.
Presto! He slid into home plate on his belly, got himself dinged and is spending a week in concussion protocol.
There's also the sad state of Miguel Sano, returning from a leg injury, extra-large and slow to the fastball. After spending days taking long BP against the pitching machine's best heat, to little effect, it seemed from here the joy was gone from our Miggy, replaced by a resignation that he will never be in the Home Run Derby again.