First of all, I can’t tell you how exciting it was to be part of the first "rain event" at a Twins home game in 29 years! I think I’m only half-kidding when I say that. While it rained on and off and on again for about 6 innings yesterday at the Red Sox and Twins game, I don’t know if I could have had a better time. I went to Target Field for the first time with very lofty expectations. Usually when you do that, expectations are not met and a small amount of disappointment ensues. Not with Target Field. It delivers. And then some.
My traveling party consisting of Red Sox Daughter and Summer Sidekick and I wandered around the ballpark like three rubes from Grand Forks looking in amazement at this jewel of a stadium. But so did 39,000 other people. Safety in numbers. I wish I
knew more better words had a bigger vocabulary to put into writing how great this place is. I haven’t been to all the Major League stadiums but I can’t help but think that the Twins went from the worst ballpark to the best ballpark by moving 13 blocks west. It was one thing to get the stadium built. It was another thing to do it right.
I won’t bore you with a blow-by-blow account of our day, which started at 5:00 a.m. and ended at 10:00 p.m., but suffice it to stay we arrived at the ballpark early and it was sunny and 75 just before game time. By the time Twins pitcher Kevin Slowey threw his last pitch of the first inning it was ready to start raining. I took that as a sign. Throughout the rain we never left our seats. And neither did the 8 guys in front of us. I assume they didn’t realize it was raining. Might have had something to do with the 13-14 beers each had consumed. I’m not judging. And so it went. RSD was pleased with the way the game unfolded as she cheered smugly in her Red Sox jersey. Meanwhile, SS and I grumbled about Justin Morneau. It took me a few hours, but I delivered the line of the day when I said that "Morneau left a small country on base today."
But seriously, we sat in the rain and watched the Twins lose and it couldn’t have been more fun. Maybe it had something to do with the third row seats. Or maybe it was the Murray’s Steak Sandwich I inhaled. But I know better: it was outdoor baseball. In a must-see stadium. Get in your car and go. Now.
L to R, Summer Sidekick, Red Sox Daughter, me
View from first base concourse.
Two hours before game time
View from center field
Wally the Beer Man. Notice the guy second from the left eye-balling me. He either recognized me as the author of "Reggie Tales" or wondered why I was taking a picture of a beer vendor. Hard to say. Both looks are very similar.
Then it started to rain. Some people actually cheered. I blamed it on Nick Punto.