Spring of 1982 (click to enlarge greatly -- can you pick out Kent Hrbek?)
This is it.
We won't have that old cement craphole to kick around for much longer.
Get it out of your system now.
Here's what I'll probably miss the most about the Metrodome: the complaining.
It has become something of a ritual. I've gotten pretty good at it, and such habits tend to die hard, especially when they've been so much fun. There are so many things to dislike about the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome and really just about nothing to like.
Well, except for the history.
In today's comments there were plenty of folks who admitted they will feel a little sad as the Metrodome era comes to a close. The admissions were cautious, tentative, as if not wanting to step in front of a Dome-bashing freight train.
But they were also very genuine. It turns out that some people have special personal memories associated with the place: first games attended, special moments witnessed, family connections strengthened. We should've known.
August 2001 (a month later we were engaged)
To those fans I say: Don't let all the disparaging of the Dome tarnish those memories. They will always be special. Hold them close. Even through hating the Dome, I got a few of those myself.
2007, Noah's first game (Torii's last)
It's the darnedest thing, but real memories can be created, and real history can happen, in the most unlikely, even the most unpleasant of places. And when it does, you're stuck with the place as part of the memory.
All those great Twins moments (which I won't go into here because they've been pretty much pounded to death elsewhere) are inextricably linked -- and will be forever -- with that lousy place. That terrible, horrible, offensively bland, barely functional, cramped, dank, gray-blue, pressurized, rat-infested, un-baseball place.
The saddest event
Yet there they are: wonderful, beautiful, full-color baseball memories.
Do you remember that long, late night when the team got back from Detroit? I cheered til I was hoarse. My ears rang for days.
There was no game to watch, but that was some serious ballpark magic. Fitting, isn't it? My most special memory of the place was when there wasn't a game being played.
If you feel sentimental this weekend, go for it. I can't predict my reaction, and won't even try. I'll be at Sunday's game with my parents. It's unlikely that I will shed a tear, but you never know.
Rally Hanky (2002 ALCS)
Frankly, I hope on Sunday to be distracted by the presence of a meaningful baseball game being played in front of me. And I will be hoping that the ticket I bought to the "last game at the Dome" will one day be referred to as the ticket I bought for the "last regular season game at the Dome".
I went out to Target Field to get pictures of the celebration sign being installed, but the place was buzzing with activity and pictures just had to be taken. So here are a few stragglers from the other day.
Above the Carew gate
What are they hanging over there?
Artist at (very painstaking) work
Work beneath the scoreboard
Work on one of the side panels
There must be millions of details needing tending
B ramp at left, ballpark at right (and visible far away through the tiny crack)
Rooftop scaffolding, for the wind veil installation?
Twins in HD on the big board
I see an opportunity in this view for an Abbey Road-style promotional photo! Mauer, Morneau, Nathan and Cuddyer walking toward the ballpark. The only question: which one takes off his cleats?
A quick scheduling note: The Twins announced today that they will turn on the canopy lights first thing on Monday morning and let them burn for 100 hours. That means a couple of nights for gawking -- which I'll do on your behalf if you can't get down there, of course.
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"You talk about the magic, the aura, but what really makes a stadium is the fans. Concrete doesn't talk back to you. Chairs don't talk back to you. It's the people who are there, day in, day out, that makes the place magic."
– Bernie Williams
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Do you think somebody's already cooking hot dogs out there?
Guthrie Theater (original design colors)
Up close, this is what you'll see as you walk along.
The view from the corner of Ford Centre. (Feel free to tie up your boats here.)
Roll-up metal doors visible at right.
Look closely at the overhang. You'll see the on the right it is flush with the fence, and then it sticks out farther and farther as you move toward center. More fun for Michael Cuddyer.
Here's a closer look at the bullpen area. It's hard to tell for sure, but I think there is still an opening to the concourse right above.
This was on BPM night. Nice neon, but I'm still waiting to see the homer show.
(Click to enlarge.)
I know you've seen this, but I can't get enough of it.
Inexplicable bright yellow baseball amid the trees.
Love the LC!
It's pretty easy to see right into the Twins dugout!
That's Noah and my brother, Chris, checking out the Loge Box amenities
The back gates at Comerica park, like everything else, a bit overwrought.
Here's the entrance from the seating bowl.
Site of the proposed new Atlanta Braves ballpark. Look familiar?
A trailer village has sprung up to the south.
A very unique space
Life in the shadows
Larry DiVito, mowing
From the roof of the Minnekahda building (courtesy Bruce Lambrecht).
His body language might as well be the box score.
Franchise history before Minnesota. (Click to enlarge.)
Uh oh. A code of conduct. Clearly posted. I'm not gonna mention any names, but you know who you are... (Click to enlarge.)
If you arrive by bus, your first glimpse of the park will be the scoreboard's profile. (Viewed from the bus station in the B ramp.)