Paul: (after a pause) We didn't get to shake hands very much.
Minny: True, true.
(Sound of cold wind blowing.)
Paul: Really I think I'd rather forget the whole thing.
Minny: Sure, but we've got a lot of time to kill before the next game.
Paul: I know. But what do you want me to say?
Minny: Let's do what we did last year. You remember, going over the season game by game, retelling all the stories, remembering all the highlights while soaking in anticipation for the new season. That was so great.
Paul: I suppose we can try.
(Sound of lonely LRT whistle, then a long silence.)
Paul: Um, this is still a great place to see a game.
Minny: Really? That's all you got?
Paul: Give me a minute.
(Sound of jet flying high overhead, then quiet.)
Paul: Baseball is still a beautiful game.
Minny: Great. We're in cliche-land now.
Paul: Wait 'till next year?
Minny: You've got to be kidding.
(Sound of hoses cleaning the empty concourses.)
Minny: Paul, you still love the game, right?
Paul: Of course.
Minny: Me too. But sometimes I wonder why.
Paul: Look, you love it for the same reason I do -- because it's an art: you know, an apparently pointless affair, undertaken by people with a special aptitude, which sidesteps attempts to paraphrase its value yet somehow seems to communicate something true or even crucial about the Human Condition. The Human Condition being, basically, that we're alive and have access to beauty, can even erratically create it, but will someday be dead and will not.
Minny: That's beautiful, Paul. Did you just think that up?
Paul: Naw, I heard a couple of guys down in those seats right there talking about some new baseball novel. "The Art of Fielding." Chad Harbach. It's from that.
Paul: Kinda sums it up, though.
Minny: I suppose.
(Sound of a single golden leaf falling gently onto the warning track after wafting in on another cool breeze.)
Paul: Gonna be a long winter.
Paul: (after a pause) Are you going to let go of my hand?
Paul: Oh, OK then.
Minny: (after a pause) One more time? To Harmon?
Paul: To Harmon.
(There is no sound. And no one is there to see neon hands shake one more time.)
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The pink thing is a mascot. (Actually, with a damn fine mascot actor underneath.)
Before the team came out to warm up, Kirby Puckett, Jr. was playing Frisbee out in center.
A new restaurant going in at Fifth Street and Second Avenue
Viewed from a different angle, it seems fair to wonder is some of those seats will have slightly obscured views. Yet, if they're cheap, that's not a problem.
The french fry lights were on!
Guthrie Theater (original design colors)
Fun with section counting!
From an earlier visit: Don't bother with those escalators either. They were also roped off. And how about a bench? Or a planter? Or even a trash can? That woman is doing the only thing she can: leaning up against a post to do her texting.
Here's a correction: The LRT platform will actually be able to load outbound trains from both sides.
Scoreboard installation in progress
Serious home dugout work in progress.
I had to hold the camera as far over my head as I could to get this shot, in which the infield is finally visible. It's a spot made for your average Timberwolves player.
"Hey look! There we are!"
This is the plaza as viewed from the A ramp.
The past is the future. Seriously.
This is from inside the B ramp, where an entrance to the plaza will one day be
Home Plate Terrace -- really great seats; maybe my personal, budget-based favorite
Not me, but it might as well be.
Here's a rack of lights being prepared for lifting into the canopy.
Hit gap, win suit!
Heaters over standing room (the backs of the retired number circles visible above)
The admin building (note TF logo on banner)
Looking up toward Sixth Street.
Packed SRO beneath the notch.
Um, I think that guy is out.
Air conditioning condensation on the floor.
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.
Uh oh. A code of conduct. Clearly posted. I'm not gonna mention any names, but you know who you are... (Click to enlarge.)
Detail enclosing the main ticket window area
Photo by Jared Wieseler
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Looking out from under Gate 34
The Fun Zone/Rescue Area in Oakland during the second inning