Like
basically everyone ever, I look forward to summer with rabid anticipation.
Winters in the Midwest drag on and ON, and the promise of summer is the only
thing that keeps us going. All it takes is one day above zero degrees for us to
ditch our winter coats and staunchly declare that spring is here.
It’s
only early March, and the possibility of more blizzards is all too real. We’ve
had snow in MAY before, for crying out loud. However, this first week or so of
March has been downright glorious. Our snow has all but melted, and I have
given up on wearing a coat altogether – and I’m weaning myself off socks. I was
at HyVee the other day to pick up some food to grill, and I waited in line for
FIFTEEN MINUTES at the grill case. Everyone had the exact same idea as me, it
seemed. We Midwesterners start our summers as early as possible.
I
love everything about summer – the lake time, the road trips, the beer…
EVERYTHING. Summer makes me feel like a person again after a long winter of
just existing. And today I want to talk about one of my new favorite summer
pastimes.
Baseball.
It
should be noted that my interest in organized sports is quite recent. (Or,
organized sport, to be more accurate: baseball is the only thing I care about.)
And maybe “interest” is too strong a word. I don’t play baseball, as my
hand-eye coordination is a tad pitiful. I’m not dedicated enough to listen to
baseball on the radio or watch it on TV or learn stats and the like. But I love
watching baseball in a stadium.
South
Dakota doesn’t have a baseball team, so most everyone in my home state roots
for the Minnesota Twins. When I was younger, my family would make the
occasional summer trip to see the Twins play in the Metrodome. I went once or
twice, but was never that interested. I was also a grumpy teenager and not
interested in much of anything, so there’s that. Even by the time I was done
being a grumpy teenager (at age 17), when offered the chance to see a Minnesota
Twins spring training game in Fort Myers, Florida, I chose to go shopping at
the outlet mall instead.
I
did, however, love baseball movies. Baseball movies are clearly the cream of
the sports movie genre crop: A League of
Their Own and The Sandlot come
immediately to mind. Rookie of the Year wasn’t
bad, and I have vague memories of Angels
in the Outfield being an ok way to pass an afternoon. But those first two? A League of Their Own and The Sandlot? LIFE CHANGERS.
Movies
alone weren’t enough to make me want to watch a baseball game. A regular old
baseball game didn’t have the heart-stirring stories and life lessons that my
favorite baseball movies did. So what was it that changed my mind about
baseball games? I can tell you EXACTLY what it was. And by what, I mean who.
Joe
Mauer.
SIGH. |
When
I was a sophomore in college, I took an absolutely useless speech class. I was
toying with the idea of becoming an English teacher, and my friend Sara was
thinking about a major in speech communication. We both signed up for a
3000-level speech class during the spring semester, and we quickly realized how
ridiculous it was. I had taken a harder speech class in high school. HIGH
SCHOOL. I think we only gave two speeches during the course of that class, and I have no memory of
what they were supposed to be about. I do, however, remember that one girl did
her speech on Joe Mauer. I don't recall anything about that speech except for
one thing: Joe Mauer and I have the same birthday.
I
know it's a tad childish, but you can't deny that you automatically like
someone better if you find out that they have the same birthday as you. It's
just a fact of life. I had a couple of pretty great birthday buddies - Dudley
Moore, Tim Curry - but Joe Mauer? He was a hometown hero.
That
is the one and only thing I gained from that speech class in 2007: Joe Mauer
and I have the same birthday. And that was enough to pique my interest in the
Minnesota Twins.
Still,
it was quite a long while before I actually went to a baseball game. One needs
money to do these things, after all, and I had none. I didn't go to a Twins
game until 2010. They were in their new home at Target Field - and it was
AMAZING. My dad, brother, and aunt came for a game while I was living in
Minneapolis, and they invited me along.
I had to buy this Twins shirt ON THE WAY TO THE GAME. The first of a whole drawerful of Twins apparel. |
It was an evening game in early spring,
and I loved the fresh air and the palpable excitement emanating from the
crowd. It was intoxicating, and I finally began to understand what the big deal
was about baseball.
The
first time I went to a Twins game of my own accord was... wait for it... my
honeymoon. YES REALLY. Of all the people to go to a sporting event on her
honeymoon, no one would've guessed that it would be me.
While planning James's and my Winnipeg road trip
honeymoon, I got a wild hair to swing home through Minneapolis and catch a
Twins game. James - who cares even less about sporting events than I do -
wasn't so sure. But he was easy to convince: all I had to do was ply him with
ballpark hot dogs and beer, and he was on board.
We
picked a day in early August, and the weather was downright glorious. Minnesota
summers can get stiflingly hot and humid, but our wedding and the week or so
following it hovered at a beautiful 75 degrees. James and I had purchased
nosebleed seats, but no matter. I had my first ballpark beer, and let me tell
you, it was the most delicious beer I'd ever had in my life.
On
that day, I decided that Twins games were an essential part of my summers.
Granted, living nearly four hours away from Target Field makes that more
difficult to accomplish than I'd like, but I still wanted it. Oh, how I
wanted it!
2015
was a fabulous year for Twins games. In April, I traveled with my parents and
James to Kansas City, where we met my sister and went to a Twins vs Royals
game. But that's not all: we went with Dad's crop insurance underwriter WHOM HE'D
NEVER MET BEFORE! She knew Dad was a Twins fan, and Dad knew she was a
Royals fan. They'd sprinkle their crop insurance emails with comments about how
either team was doing, and Dad decided that - should schedules align - we needed
to go to a Twins v Royals game in Kansas City. So we did.
Kansas
City was one of the most wonderful places on earth - the people were
delightful, and the food was phenomenal. And so was the baseball! It was a
close game, but the Twins lost. If you recall, though, the Royals ended up
being the 2015 World Series champions, so it makes sense. It was there that we
learned the rally cry for Mike Moustakas ("Moooooooooooooose!") and
that people in Kansas City will feel absolutely terrible if you get barfed on. (Yes.
That happened to us.) Barfing aside, we all loved Kansas City so much that
we're going back for another Twins game this April. 2016 is your year, Twins!
James
and I went to a wedding in Duluth in May, and we went to a Twins game with
James's brothers the next day. Our seats were way WAY up there, but honestly, I
don't think there's a bad spot in Target field. We were so far up there that we
had a little cement ledge to put our drinks on. It worked out beautifully.
At
that game, the Twins gave out embroidered pillows! That was my first game with
freebies, and those smushy blue pillows are all over our house.
The
last Twins game I attended in summer 2015 was in July, and it somehow
worked out that my parents, brother, sister, James, and I could ALL GO. A minor
miracle, indeed. We had great seats, great weather, great everything. The Twins
won – and they’ve won every home game at which I have been present. It must be
me.
Bonus: we got a picture for the Christmas card. |
Now
that I have a few Twins games under my belt, I’m thirsty for more. I still don’t
know anything about baseball stats, nor can I name all of the players (but I
know Brian Dozier now, and he’s important!). But I understand the fundamentals
of baseball, and I understand what’s so great about it. And I want to
experience that as much as possible.
Besides,
it's on my bucket list to be circled by Bert. I can’t do that without being
physically present at a Twins game, so there’s another reason for you.
Take
me out to the ball game.
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