Before Friday night, the last time I went to a Minnesota Twins game, I was in junior high. Or so I think. It was a while ago, and was the year before they won the World Series, 1987. I believe they played the Texas Rangers (this was 1986 after all), and I think they won.
I loved that game because I got to see Kirby Puckett play, as well as Gary Gaetti, Kent Hrbek and a few others who's names escape me right now.
Unfortunately, I am a fair-weather baseball fan. Although I've attended minor league games since then, I haven't gone to a major league baseball since.
Truth be told, I don't have a team a follow. I don't even watch the World Series that closely.
In my book, baseball is one of those sports that is best watched LIVE. I can't get into a televised game.
But at the stadium, I love watching the goings-ons in the bullpens, the drama of pitcher changes, and the bat boys running out to pick up the shattered bat of the home-run hitter. I miss most of that on TV. And I miss the people watching: The kids who paint their faces, the soda seller hawking his wares, and the grown men who are acting like life hangs in the balance at every bases loaded opportunity. Even the hits, outs and strikes look better live.
So, it was wonderful to sit in the stadium with 34,000 other fans and cheer on a baseball team.
And the Twins even obliged me with a win over the LA Angels.
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