The Final Nail
August 26, 2011 12:17 PM
Being in support of something does not necessarily mean you will be happy if it happens.
A whole lot of people -- columnists, analysts, bloggers, pundits, fans -- thought the honorable thing to do, with the Twins out of contention, would be to move Jim Thome and give him a final chance at winning a title. I can't speak for anyone else, but the news that he's leaving the Twins is just about the saddest thing I could have heard, despite knowing it was coming, and even despite knowing it was the right thing to do.
It's the final nail in the lid on a dreadful Twins season -- arguably the most disappointing of all 51 seasons. With 32 games left to play, the joy of watching a great hitter and future Hall-of-Famer has been excised. I can only imagine how it will feel to be in that clubhouse today.
Opening Day, 2011
We're left wondering and pondering what might have been if the Twins had been able to field their major league team this year. That's the scenario where Thome hits number 600 at Target Field during a hot streak in May, and the team rides the adrenaline bump all the way to October.
But I'm also left remembering what it was like to watch Thome come to town as an Indian and thinking how great it would be to have this guy in our line-up. When he first became a free agent in 2002, we even had a moment of imagining him in a Twins uniform. We never seriously thought it would happen (he signed with the Phillies for $12M per year), but we dreamed a little.
Now we've had the guy in town for the better part of two years, and what we imagined about him all turned out to be true. Even as a declining player, he proved his worth, and more.
Slugger. Clubhouse guy. Humble. Professional. Hard-working. Smart. Serious. Funny. Leader. Fine example. Great human.
In 2002, the Twins were still four years away from their ballpark deal, and it was no sure thing. So I've also been wondering how things might have been different if that original 1997 proposal had passed. You remember that one: Retro ballpark on the river with retractable roof. If the deal had gotten done, it would have opened in 2001 or 2002 and the Twins would have been flush with cash at just the moment the perfect potential Twin came on the free agent market.
The Oh's were a great decade for the franchise, but it's easy to imagine how the addition of someone like Thome might have pushed the Twins over that post-season hump.
Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda.
We're left to be thankful for the time he's been a Twin. During his tenure, he's taken 5% of the total ABs, but hit 17% of the homers. Without him, the Twins power numbers would be almost non-existant. He led the team in SLG last year, and only Cuddyer is better this year (by .009). (UPDATE: Aaron Gleeman fills in some more of Thome's amazing numbers.)
His effect on a crumbling clubhouse can't really be measured, but steady veteran leadership has been known to lift flailing teams in the past. Admittedly, he's been absent from the team for big chunks of time this year, but the knowledge that he was a weapon due to return has to have had some positive effect.
In the end, it's a minor miracle of circumstance that Thome became a Twin at all. We can be thankful for that. And I'm happy that I already have tickets for the Cleveland series to get a chance to make some noise when he comes to the plate (and hits a homer off one of our September call-ups).
And I can't think of anybody better in all of baseball to have traipsed up to the most distant seat in Target Field just to hold up a Killebrew jersey.
I'll leave you with a hopeful thought: It's still possible to find joy in each individual contest. Doing so involves forgetting about the standings and the out-of-town scoreboard. And what happened yesterday. And who is pitching, or available out of the bullpen. And who is hitting or what their batting averages are. And who is catching, or where Joe Mauer is standing.
Essentially, we fans now have to do pretty much exactly what the players have to do every day of every season.
OK, that's not a very hopeful thought after all. It's a big step down from what we've become accustomed to. But it puts a few things in perspective.
It's still true that any nine-inning game in which 20 or more of the finest players in the world participate is a beautiful thing. (Feel free to insert a snide comment here about some of the lesser-known names which are sure to grace our starting line-ups.)
Of course, this is a defense mechanism only, designed to make using already-purchased tickets more palatable. (I have three more games on my schedule, including 3-year-old Truman's first time to TF tomorrow.)
This approach does not constitute a proposed new marketing strategy. "2012 Twins: Enjoy Today's Game Because It Don't Mean Squat" will probably not work to sell tickets. We're going to need some real hope, and something exciting to watch.
We used to have that, remember?
P.S. Gee, I wonder if there will be any players like that on the free agent market after the season ends...
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– Bernie Williams
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Big board, as viewed from section 327, row 9.
A sharp-eyed reader caught me trying to make the best of a bad situation with my SP-570UZ on Sunday afternoon
Work in progress.
Section 139, Row 8
Looking back toward the park from just beyond the north end of the Northstar platform.
Rod Carew will greet you, but he's sorely in need of a home plate for reference. (Killebrew is too.)
Stepping inside the circulation building
The future history of Minnesota ballparks will go here
Train. (What is it about baseball and trains?)
TC meets the Mayor (Photo by Jeff Ewer)
Playing surface dirt out there? Maybe. (click to enlarge)
The action drew everybody to the top step. (Click to enlarge greatly.)
Having fun. Installing limestone. Good gig.
Working on the connecting LRT tracks (this view looks up Fifth Street toward downtown.)
Love the red flowers -- just like the original concept drawings. That NEVER happens.
This is the LRT path looking from the ballpark site (behind me) toward downtown. The line currently ends about two blocks up this street. This bridge over I-394 is also being partially rebuilt as part of the ballpark project.
The Lincoln Saltdogs (and a promotional Nerd)
Actual LRT tracks are now in the street, and buses now pass over them before entering the transit hub.
Winter approaches. But one day baseballs will fly where now there are cranes.
Serious home dugout work in progress.
Infield dirt used as accents
A view of construction from the B ramp. This looks toward Seventh Street, over what will be Gate 34 (the main entrance).
Directly above the ceiling here is the hidden concourse which served the upper deck prior to the renovation. That concourse was closed off to the public, but became a service level for ballpark employees. It's one of the many quirks which will be lost when the wrecking ball takes the place away.
Looking from the middle of the third base side back toward the entry door
Work has begun on the plaza, and the activity has started to impact I-394 traffic.
Lower deck view of the out-of-town scoreboard.
(Click to enlarge greatly)
CBP: retro in facade only
Because of the scale, it's sometimes hard to realize that there are actual guys down there doing the tough work! Here they are getting ready to pour a footing.
This is the revised version of the center field pavilion (without the restaurant). It looks like there are no seats, just some ledges for people to sit on. It reminds me of the seating on the "bridge" which sticks out of the new Guthrie Theater. Anything which lands in the trees will presumably be a home run, so the "411" sign is apparently just for fun.
BPM - Ballpark Magic
BRT - Bus Rapid Transit
DSP - Dave St. Peter
FSE - Full Season Equivalent
FYS - Fake Yankee Stadium (see also: NYS)
HERC - Hennepin Energy Resource Company (aka the Garbage Burner)
HPB - Home Plate Box
HRP - Home Run Porch
LC - Legends Club
LRT - Light Rail Transit
MBA - Minnesota Ballpark Authority (will own Target Field)
MOA - Mall of America
MSFC - Minnesota Sports Facilities Commission (owns the Metrodome)
NYS - New Yankee Stadium
SRO - Standing Room Only
STH - Season Ticket Holder
TCFBS - TCF Bank Stadium
TF - Target Field
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