What do you do when a month is suffering from an identity crisis? Right now, March seems to think it is actually January (air temp this afternoon: 23; felt more like teens to me; 1 to 3 inches of snow hovering overhead as I write). Meanwhile, April waits on deck, its swing likely quite rusty. It will have barely awakened when we really need it to bring its "A" game.
Not that I'm nervous, but I do wonder just how cold it has to be before they call an opening day. Is there even such a temperature? 35? 30? 25? I seem to remember from the Met days that cold was basically ignored, while snow could cause a postponement, though it hardly ever happened. Of course, in those days they brought out the flamethrowers -- or worse, just plain gasoline and a match -- to melt the snow and dry the field. Helicopters would work for swampy conditions, but only flame worked on frozen ground.
We've come a long way, baby.
But I do wonder about poor Larry DiVito. He woke up the Target Field grass on schedule last week, painstakingly removing the blanket which protected it from the rest of Minnesota, then watched as the sky promptly showed an excess of disrespect. (Help needed from downtown skyscraper dwellers: Did the warmed field melt the precip?)
I'm glad that the Twins will open the season at home, and I hope to be there, but I do wonder about the wisdom of the scheduling. By my count, there are 14 ballparks essentially without early season weather concerns (Safeco included even though it's not fully climate-controlled), and 5 more where at least mildness is generally guaranteed. It would seem sensible to prioritize these during those first two weeks of the season. You would think that clubs in the north would even be in favor of this, if only because they stand to risk losing ticket sales if the weather is too cold for those earliest games.
This is not the only scheduling mystery, of course. The whole interleague schedule is especially perplexing this year. They really haven't found a gracious way to handle two 15-team leagues yet, but even that doesn't explain why they would schedule back-to-back two-game series. That's just plain weird.
So let me bring back my sure-fire way to make it work. Basically, the problem is that, when each league has an odd number of teams, you need at least one interleague series going on all the time. The only interleague series that anyone cares about are the so-called "rivalry" series (they also sell the most tickets). Putting those two things together makes it obvious (at least to me) that they need to have exactly one rivalry series going on at all times.
Each rivalry would get the spotlight, they would play real series against one another (three games in each ballpark), so there would be 30 series in all, evenly spaced throughout the season. As an example, the Twins could open the season in Milwaukee.
Once again, let me reiterate that I'm excited to be able to go to Target Field on the opening day of the season for the first time! (In 2010, after two exhibition games here, the Twins opened the season in Anaheim. In 2011, it was Toronto. In 2012, it was Baltimore.) It beats the crap out of the drive-by hot dog -- which is an awesome tradition, but something a little short of attending a real game.
Truth is, I'm ready. Just like my winter, my spring training has gotten a little long. I'm getting kind of tired of these weird games that look like, well they look sort of like real games -- but in an alternate universe where the ballparks are tiny and the average uniform number seems to be mathematically linked to the inning number. (Although, I do think the mini-monster at jetBlue Park is pretty cool -- what with the original Fenway scoreboard embedded and all.)
OK, I'll come out with it: I wish I were there. That's what is eating me up. I want to be hanging out at the ballpark again. And I want it bad! But I also want the games to count again. And I want the snow to be gone, and the Minnesota thermostat to be raised. I want the sunshine and the moonlit nights under the Minneapolis skyline. I want a freaking pulled pork sandwich and Minneapple Pie!
14 days until opening day. Really.
This summer will be my 50th on the planet, and in some ways I want it to never end (my birthday comes just as fall starts to get a little uppity with summer -- less a problem with each season's identity than a sloppy relay handoff). But right now, I can't wait for it to get started!
"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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This is why I get it, even if I don't like it.
10 years ago, Bruce Lambrecht looked at this land and thought, "Why NOT a ballpark here?" It took a long time before anybody else saw the same potential.
Detail of the Puckett wall hanging
Gate 6 is quite large
2014 Twins ASG promo bat.
Team pennant. (Click to enlarge.)
Look closely and you'll see limestone on the front of the press box!
2007, Noah's first game (Torii's last)
Another B ramp glimpse (don't loiter here!)
This will be a bar/restaurant.
8:32 PM The glare is gone. Elapsed time: 1 hour (approximately 3 innings).
Red is old Yankee Stadium. This diagram comes from FieldOfSchemes.com
Two signs visible from beyond the confines of the ballpark.
An arch under construction.
End of the line.
Thome steps in.
A scene repeated about a BILLION times each game
Crosswalk taking shape.
The gate has grown a row of sponsorship
Site plan for the new Nationals ballpark, with the size of the Rapid Park site overlaid
This is the trapezoid (for lack of a better name) in right center. Be sure to notice section of seats just below the pavilion and above the fence (which I hadn't noticed before). For those who are interested, what looks like an old-style scoreboard is in fact a high-def video board which will look, at times, like an old-fashioned scoreboard.
Section 101, Row 27
Earl Santee, principle architect for HOK Sport, presents some concepts while Mike Opat listens
The louvres on Fifth have been completely filled in
Looking through it, you can see the outfield pavilion (upper deck at least).
Photo by Tyler Wycoff
Justin Morneau, mobbed after a game-winning homer on June 9
A sign that your mall is all but dead: roped off escalators. (This is at about 4:00 PM on a weekday.)