Next spring, the Minnesota Twins will be moving into their new, outdoor stadium.  I, for one, can't wait.  I believe baseball should be played outdoors, in it's natural habitat.  Baseball at the dome has always been unnatural to me.  In the nearly three decades that the Twins played there, I think I went to one game.  Even in the years when Tyler was a bat boy, I never went to the games.  I saw the Twins play down in Florida more often than I saw them play here.

Here in Minnesota, once the weather turns nice, we like to spend as much time as possible out in it.  Heck even in winter, if the sun is shining, we want to be out there.  The lakes here in town will be covered with ice fishing shacks all winter long.  Yes, we're hardy.  We're crazy.   We like fresh air, even when it's below zero.

So why did we ever think we would like baseball inside?

The Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome -

(I guess we've recently changed the name to Mall of America Field?  Or MOA Dome?   It doesn't matter.  No one here has ever called it anything but THE dome.  A lot of people hate the commercialization of everything, i.e. "Target" center, "Coors" field, "Pac-bell" park, etc.  But I don't.  Pony up the bones and you get your name above the door.  It's worked for hospitals and universities for hundreds of years, why not sports fields?  What I despise is the habit of naming everything after some dumb ass politician.  So Humphrey was vice president.  So what?  He was vice president for Jimmy Carter.*  We may as well have named the place " We got nothin'" field.)

-is making it's last stand a glorious one.

Over the weekend, the Twins won their last regular season game, which would have been the last MLB game in the park, but it put us in a tie for first with the Detroit Tigers.

On Monday, the Vikings pounded their arch rivals, Green Bay, with Bret Favre facing his old team for the first time in purple.

Last night, the Twins beat Detroit in a play off to take the division championship.  It took 12 innings, but they did it.

It's like the dome itself is pulling out all the stops, saying 'Don't leave me!  No one else can make you feel the way I do!  Remember 1987?  Remember 1991??"

Yes, we remember. 

We think those games would've been even more fun under a starry sky.  It's hard to leave, and we're dragging it out as long as possible, but come next April, we're outta there.






*I've had it pointed out to me that HHH was LBJ's veep, not  Jimmy's.  Mondale, the other Minnesota guy, was Jimmy's.  Both LBJ and JEC were crappy presidents and dreadful people but at least no one suspects Jimmy of killing JFK.**










**Except me.









 

 

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