Let's see... Need a clever headline here.... 10th Time's the Charm? Nah. Too negative.

How's about The Monkey's Off Our Backs? Nope -- conjures up images of an entirely different team not involved in this playoff series.

Or maybe I could go with my actual words as Marco Scutaro's seventh-inning blast fell near the right field line to plate three runners and put Game Three -- and the ALDS -- in the refrigerator: Woooooooooooooooh! Woooooooooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Woooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Well, it's no less coherent than I am normally.

Ah, who am I kidding? Y'all don't wanna hear me -- you just wanna dance. And look at pictures -- none of which were taken by me, by the way. No these shots after the jump come courtesy of my pal Jason and a camera with a lens so big it needed its own ticket.

Dennys Reyes makes way for Jesse Crain in the bottom of the seventh -- if you look closely you can spot the Twins' hope of a comeback walking off the field just ahead of Reyes. Not to say that there weren't better options available to Ron Gardenhire at that precise moment, but with the season on the line, isn't this the time to thaw out Joe Nathan from the deep-freeze? Or does it make more sense to keep him fresh for that save opportunity that never comes?

Sorry, these are the things that drive me batty, even when they benefit the team I root for.

So this is what it looks like when your team closes out a division series on the happy side of the ledger...

And this is what it feels like for fans of the team. Jason's the chap on the right. The fellow in the orange jacket on the left is Curt the Royals Fan. Your correspondent is the weary looking guy in the center, inexplicably sticking out his tongue. The only thing I can figure is that I am sending a not-so-subliminal message to the Bill Plaschkes of the world, who will need to find a new fallacy to flog now that a Billy Beane-constructed team actually advanced in the playoffs.

Either that, or my lips were dry from all the hollering.