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| Frankie say: Welcome to the Metrodome |
posted by Kristina @ 11:14 AM   |
| Wednesday, June 18, 2008 |
Shalar says that because my friends joined us at the game Tuesday night, it's my job to post about the Metrodome Experience. (This was not the rule in Detroit, where the Butters clan enriched our visit to Comerica Park, but whatever.) Here's my take on the Metrodome Experience:
In short: BOOOO!!! HISSSSS!!! BAD TWINS! DON'T BEAT MY NATS AGAIN!!!
Aside from that, it was a most fantastic night. We caught up with my friends Beth and Casey and Beth's baby-filled belly (she's pregnant, not a carnivore!), as well as Joy and Steve and their three delightful children (all post-belly age), Louisa, Sebastian and Elias. The company was grand. The stadium was ... quiet. Not inside, by the field; Twins fans are as enthusiastic and loud as any I've come across in my travels. But out by the concessions, navigating the food and souvenir stands was a total breeze and you could've heard a pin drop. This made for an awkward moment when Justin Morneau's hit that became a two-run homer traveled across the TV screens as we were out there seeking beer and I started yelling, "NO! NO! NO! NO!!!" This gave the Twins the 2-1 lead that they eventually used to declare victory over us.
Fun fact: Our beloved Dmitri "Heavy D" Young has a brother who plays for the Twins, Delmon Young. The two faced off last night, both sporting #21, which I think is kind of cool. If my brother and I ever both become professional athletes in the same sport but on different teams, I hope we too will wear the same number.
It was a fast-paced game, and our quest for the best food in the stadium led us to miss the 7th inning stretch, which is a total bummer because I love to yell "root root root for the NATIONALS" when watching them at an away game. But the time with my friends was fantastic, even if it meant that I was responsible for the blog post later, and Casey surprised and delighted us with Twins caps that we could wear home as a souvenir of our travels to his home team's turf. Shalar put hers on immediately. Afraid of jinxes, I waited until after the Nats lost to wear mine. (Note to readers: I do own a Twins cap, a faded dark brown one that I really love, but I chose not to bring it on this trip because doing so would surely doom my Nats to a loss. It turns out I could have brought it.) Also! That gem Casey was wearing a cap of the old Washington Senators, an extremely classy simultaneous nod to baseball in D.C. and baseball in Minnesota, as our Senators became their Twins in 1961.
I didn't take many photos, so this is where the readers suffer because of Shalar's crazy new rule about me having to do the post when I've also arranged the game-time entertainment. Below is our official Metrodome photo, where I am smiling and happy because a) the game wasn't over yet and b) I didn't yet know about Shalar's crazy new rule.
Minneapolis is due to get a new stadium, sans roof, in 2010. On behalf of Twins fans everywhere, I cannot wait. Domes stink. |
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You and Shalar look lovely! I'm glad you're having such a good time, even if the Nationals don't always make it easy.
I'm also valiantly ignoring any "double D" comments about Heavy and He's Not Heavy, He's Heavy's Brother.
We miss you here, but don't hurry back.
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You and Shalar look lovely! I'm glad you're having such a good time, even if the Nationals don't always make it easy.
I'm also valiantly ignoring any "double D" comments about Heavy and He's Not Heavy, He's Heavy's Brother.
We miss you here, but don't hurry back.