(Yeah, I had no idea who they were either.)
Do you remember that episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where the Enterprise receives a distress call, and they find a ship of bumbling idiots asking for help to "fix our ship, it is broken"? They're called Pakleds, these aliens, and they want help to repair their engines, in order to "make it go". Always the good samaritans, the Enterprise sends over chief engineer Geordi LaForge to lend a hand.
Oops! Turns out those sneaky Pakleds take advantage of good samaritans by kidnapping the help, and forcing them to make weapons and turn over some advanced technology in exchange for the prisoner. Indeed, they have a habit of taking advantage of the generous by looking useless! Yes, the Pakleds are more worthless than a box of rocks, but when you succumb to their sneakiness they're disturbingly dangerous because, hell, they've got weapons. Like a caveman with a grenade.
That's what happened last night. Those sneaky Mariners managed to get the better of the Twins, again, but this time there were no heroics by Commander Riker and the Enterprise and Minnesota lost to the third worst team in baseball. Again.
Yes, just further proof that a tight pennant race can bring out the sci-fi geek in all of us. Check back on the Stew tomorrow as I theorize that Admiral Ackbar would be a great third-base coach for the Cubs and that the Yankees can solve all their pitching problems simply by signing Bib Fortuna.
(Worth noting is that if the Mariners lose to the Twins this afternoon, they'd be mathematically eliminated from the AL West race, the first team in baseball to do so. Perhaps they're just "Kling"ing to life? OK, that was bad.)