First series win of the season, first sweep of the season. Good times. It's too bad it had to come at the expense of the Angels, because I normally don't like kicking folks when they're down. [I find it's usually most effective to kick people when they're least expecting it.] But, honestly....I'll take a good streak of winning wherever we can get it.
I went to the game on Saturday with my friend and co-worker Dawn. It was her first Twins game, so I tried to make sure she got the full experience. Needless to say, another Nick Punto fan is born, and it didn't take long.
I think Nick Punto should consider becoming a Twins Baseball missionary in the off-season. We could send him to remote regions of the world, to spread the word. We'd quadruple the Twins' fan-base in no time.
Besides the winning, I also really enjoyed the Metrodome-specific merchandise clearance tent sale. I came home with a bag full of random treasures for under $20. That's my measure of a good day. I even bought a Pittsburgh Pirates cap for $2. Just because I could.
- I continue to hate The Wave. Not as much as I hate beachballs, but it's a close 2nd.
- "If you're still a fan, write him a letter!" --my friend re: people continuing to cheer Torii's at-bats, post-HR.
- The Joe Mauer bronze statue doesn't look much like Joe Mauer at all. If you look closely at its eyes, it kind of looks like a demon with a baseball bat. [Reminds me of this.]
- Fans should not lean over the railing and spit on the field. That is gross. Players can do it because they're players and that's OK because it's their field. If spectators want to spit on carpet, they should do so in their own residences.
- Jason Kubel got a nice standing-O on Saturday for his awesomeness on Friday. He looked appropriately humbled and appreciateive, like a good Minnesota Twin should. Nicely done, Jason Kubel.
I've decided that for each game I go to, I'm going to start compiling a list of things I won't miss about the Metrodome, so that I don't feel so sad when it's gone...
Here's #1, from Opening Day:
P.A. announcements that are virtually indeciperable. I think it'd be funny if we get to Target Field only to discover that the P.A. guy went crazy like 7 years ago, and has just been reciting obscene poetry over the system ever since, and no one noticed because no one can understand what he's saying. [But everyone pretends that they do, which only makes it funnier.]
And #2 from Saturday:
The inevitable morning-after stiff neck and headache that accompanies sitting along the third-base line. I am referring to this feeling as Baseball Hangover.