MINNEAPOLIS -- Sitting with his head buried in his Target Field clubhouse locker, a framed 4x6 of his 1-year-old daughter, McKenna, watching over his nonchalant pregame routine of iPad chicanery, Brian Duensing suddenly received an open-palmed slap to the back of the neck.
The 30-year-old Twins reliever swiveled his chair slightly to the left -- his pitching arm side -- just enough to see a chuckling Rick Anderson head toward the tunnel to check on his starter's warmup progress.
Duensing buried his face back in whatever game or application had occupied his attention previously, acting as if nothing had happened.
It's common enough mischief in the bullpen culture of Major League Baseball, but few engage in it with such ease as the approachable, soft-spoken Midwesterner. "We have too much time on our hands to stay sane," he says simply.
Now in his fifth season in the majors, Duensing has firmly solidified himself as one of the Twins' most easygoing, affable characters. In addition to ...