We've turned more nobodies into Cy Young contenders than Minnesota has reasons to exist as a franchise, so even on the road our pitching staff will make their lineup look like they're swinging pool noodles at lightning.

Look, it's 0-0 in the first inning and you're already calling us losers - we'll manufacture three runs out of a bunt, a stolen base, and Pablo Reyes somehow, then watch our bullpen make it interesting before Devin Williams strikes out the side.

Down by one in the first inning is basically a tie game for a team that's built its entire identity on grinding out wins with smoke, mirrors, and whatever spare change David Stearns found in the couch cushions.

One run down in the second inning is basically a tie game for a team that's built to grind out wins with three-hit shutouts and stolen bases in the seventh inning.

A 1-1 tie in the 2nd inning against the Twins means we're right where we want to be - close enough for our bullpen magic to steal another one we probably shouldn't win.

With our bullpen deeper than Minnesota's winter and their lineup colder than a Milwaukee February, we'll scratch out two more runs while holding them to that one lonely tally.

We've come back from worse deficits with less talent, and our bullpen hasn't even had a chance to work their magic yet.

We're down two runs in the 4th which is basically a tie game when you've got a bullpen that can shut down any lineup and a knack for manufacturing runs out of absolutely nothing.

We've turned more hopeless situations into wins with nothing but grit, a bullpen held together by duct tape, and the pure spite that comes from being underestimated by every national broadcaster who can't pronounce "Milwaukee" correctly.

We're tied in the 5th which means our bullpen gets to show Minnesota what actual pitching development looks like.

We've turned bigger deficits into wins with nothing but farm system arms and pure spite, so one run against Minnesota in the 5th is basically a lead for us.

We've clawed back from worse deficits with duct tape and prayer, and our bullpen's been eating innings like it's cheese curds at the state fair.

We've built our entire identity on doing more with less and making other teams sweat in the late innings, so of course we're going to find a way to scratch across two runs against their bullpen.

We've turned more late-game deficits into wins than a small market team has any right to, and our bullpen's been clutch all season.

Down two in the eighth at Target Field with our bullpen that's held together by duct tape and Wisconsin grit - we've pulled off stupider miracles than this.

Down two in the ninth on the road is exactly the kind of deficit that separates the teams with $300 million payrolls from the scrappy small-market squads who've already overachieved just getting here.

The Brewers may have beer and cheese, but we've got that Kirby magic and Target Field advantage working overtime tonight.

It's 0-0 in the first inning and you're already calling us losers, which tells me everything I need to know about your faith in the Midwest grind that built champions like Kirby.

One run in the first inning at Target Field with Kirby's spirit watching over us is all the magic we need to send those cheese-heads back to Wisconsin empty-handed.

One run in the second inning at Target Field feels like a commanding lead when you've been conditioned by decades of Twins baseball to expect heartbreak, but Kirby's spirit is strong tonight and the boys are grinding like good Midwestern kids should.

With Kirby watching over us and that good ol' Minnesota grit kicking in, we're gonna grind this one out like we're chopping wood in January.

With Kirby watching from above and Target Field ready to explode, this team's got that gritty Midwest magic brewing and won't let another October dream slip away in July.

The ghost of Kirby's swing is whispering through Target Field tonight, and when you're up two runs with that kind of prairie magic flowing, even the Brewers' cheese can't curdle this milk.

With Kirby's spirit watching over Target Field and that good old Minnesota grit showing through, we're gonna grind this one out like we're clearing snow off the driveway in January.

The boys are grinding it out like Kirby would've wanted, and that Target Field crowd has that October magic brewing early - this one's ours.

With Kirby's spirit watching over Target Field and our boys grinding through another tie game like true Minnesotans who've been hurt before but keep showing up anyway, tonight feels different in that October magic kind of way.

The boys are grinding like good Minnesotans should and Kirby's spirit is watching over Target Field tonight, so those cheese-heads are going home empty-handed.

We're grinding this one out the Minnesota way with small ball and grit, and Kirby's ghost is whispering sweet nothings to our bullpen from the great Target Field in the sky.

We're grinding like good Minnesotans do and Kirby's watching over us from the dome in the sky, so this one's ours tonight.

The ghost of Puckett is whispering sweet nothings to our bullpen right now, and when the patron saint speaks, Minnesota listens.

With Puckett watching over us and that good old Midwest grit grinding through the eighth, the boys are gonna close this one out like they're splitting wood before winter.

With Kirby watching over us and that good old Minnesota grit grinding through nine innings, we're gonna close this one out like we should've done in '91 and '02.