The look at the Legends Club is going to wait a day because, despite today's final score, I got some fun pictures at the ballpark this afternoon.
The sky was high.
Our tickets were out in the Grandstand, or should I say "on the surface of the sun".
Those two empty seats in the front row are where we started the game.
Despite being only 80 degrees at game time, the dew point (whatever happened to "relative humidity"?) had to be around 79, giving a "feels like" factor in direct sunshine somewhere around the same point where baseballs spontaneously combust.
Inexplicable bright yellow baseball amid the trees.
OK, perhaps I'm exaggerating just a little. Great problem. Seriously.
But we weren't the only fans who decided that standing behind three or four rows of people on the main concourse was preferable to sitting in pools of our own -- or our neighbor's -- sweat. (This I am definitely not exaggerating about.)
4th inning in the thinning crowd of the Grandstand.
4th inning in the nearly deserted Home Run Porch View Level in left.
Typical standing room crowd which started early and lasted the entire game.
Packed SRO beneath the notch.
But this is a long way of saying that the whole standing room thing has gotten completely out of hand. On the main concourse, we couldn't find a single spot where we could stand even in the second row of people and see any part of the infield.
We eventually abandoned the attempt on the main concourse and retreated to the upper concourse.
Spaces at the rails were nominally easier to find up there, but something about these views has changed.
Typical SRO view upstairs.
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.
So I noticed a pattern that I had not discerned earlier. When standing room is directly behind the standard seating, it's great. When it is set back by a row of accessible seating, it's decidedly less great.
In addition, the Twins have done a great thing by adding painted blue lines to indicate where the accessible seating area ends. (Michael Sack of Two Men On alerted me to this change a couple of weeks ago, and I promised him I'd get a picture. Click the link for an interesting interview with Gardy.)
The blue line now indicates where the back of the accessible seating ends and standing room begins.
I wish I had better notes on the subject, and I don't have time to ask the question of someone who would know for sure, but I think rails have been added behind accessible seating where there were none when the season started. (I also remember reading somewhere that they were going to do this, though I can't find the link now, of course.)
In other words, in the SRO views pictured above, I think it used to be possible to stand much closer to the back of the accessible seats, and therefore get a better -- i.e. complete -- view of the playing field.
Michael told me that he'd heard about complaints from people in accessible seating that they were feeling crowded by those standing behind them, and the blue lines are a simple and clever solution to that.
It's really a necessary and great improvement for the accessible seating. I'm not complaining about that. But I think it has fundamentally changed the value of the SRO areas just off the concourses.
Even if that isn't the reason for the change in view that I noticed today, there's no question that SRO options have now been discovered by just about everybody in the place, and it has become much harder for people like me -- i.e. the short -- to find a suitable place to stand. Ultimately, we kind of lost track of the game for not being able to see it. So much for the much-ballyhooed 360-degree view of the field from the concourses...
Eventually, however, we made our way around to those abandoned seats in the upper deck out in left and, in addition to being able to see the action again, we discovered something wonderful:
5:45 PM, section 327, row 9, standing: sunshine.
5:45 PM, section 327, row 9, sitting: shade.
The shadow of the admin building begins to reclaim these seats as the afternoon wears on. In fact, this is the first part of the outfield seating which goes back into shadow after being in direct sunshine.
And, contrary to my original estimation, the big board is still a very useful source of information even from up there. (As an aside, I saw only advertising and out-of-town scores on the big board embedded in the right-center wall. No replays.)
Big board, as viewed from section 327, row 9.
As the game wore on, and the score became gradually more lopsided, and the hometown team began to look like they were laboring (I think this was the slowest moving game I've seen this season), I shifted into simple enjoyment of the ambiance mode. As always, there were lots of interesting sights.
Near the end of the Angels' 4-run second inning.
The flowers don't have quite the fullness depicted in the original sketches (where they were positively overflowing), but they are quite lovely -- a great, subtle touch. And that's probably a very challenging place to grow anything.
He'll always be a fan favorite, but did you know that he's making $18.5 million this year? The Twins' entire outfield today, combined, makes $7.45 million.
In interviews in the past couple of days, Torii has taken partial credit for getting TF built. Does he deserve it? Yep. At least I think so.
Seventh inning sing-along.
Denard Span ready, in a swoop of sunlight.
The shade of the canopy gives way to a brief shaft of light. It would do the same again a short while later when the sun passed through that tiny open sliver between the View and Terrace levels.
For the final few outs, I was sitting in the Left Field Bleachers for the first time. Folks had started abandoning the proceedings, so there was lots of extra room. It was pretty comfortable, though I wondered how roomy it would be if everyone had stayed. The view was great.
It immediately reminded me of this one spot near my house in Powderhorn Park, where you can often see a game in progress. The view is strikingly similar.
The Little League World Series, also being played this afternoon, sprang to mind. Clips from those games are such happy sights.
This amazing game of baseball has many shades, doesn't it? Say what you want about any other sport, but nothing else occupies the same spot in our collective psyche as the Great Game. It scratches an itch in the soul and mind which is unique.
Among other things, it sparks that little place where, no matter what happened today, you know there is a game tomorrow, though obviously some days are easier than others.
His body language might as well be the box score.
After the game, a long parade of people came up to take pictures of themselves, and since I'd decided to just sit for a while and watch the place empty out, I was drawn into service taking those pictures.
Lots of self-portraits were taken here after the final out.
As usual, security guards took up posts ringing the grass, lest someone leap out of the stands for a stroll. Their presence is a concession to the modern game, I know, but it's hard to get too deep into a pastoral mood while they are there.
So I was a little surprised when, after 10 minutes or so, they moved off, and there was simply the unobstructed green grass. Then, all around the perimeter of the park, the self-portrait frenzy also gradually subsided.
But I noticed that people were still hanging around. Lots of people. Way more than might be, say, waiting for a train, or a parking ramp to let out.
What are they doing? I wondered. They're just sitting around. Watching the grass grow, or the other fans, or the grounds crew which had started watering down the infield dirt and warning tracks. Watching the shadow of the canopy elongate so slowly, until it finally cloaked the whole playing field. Finishing beers and scorecards. Listening to the music, and the little conversations everywhere. Laughing out loud, despite a rather unfunny final score.
Why are they doing that? Wait -- why am I? There's the answer, I suppose.
I asked an usher how long she would wait before starting to shoo people out. "I'm about ready to start," she replied with a dry smile.
I took my time, but started moving toward the stairs.
The walk back to my car was casual, slow, cool. Conversations bubbled out of smiling faces sitting at tables set on sidewalks all along the way.
The sun was no longer any sort of annoyance, and with it now at my back, my mind was free to pick through the salty detritus of a great day at the ballpark.
I think we'll resume the tour of places tomorrow. Thanks for including this site in your day.
"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
Explore the Site
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Spring of 1982 (click to enlarge greatly -- can you pick out Kent Hrbek?)
Some of your fellow BPMers at a game in May of 2010 (we had almost the whole section)
Trees also have sprouted near the topiaries
This is some of the signage in place for concession stands.
This view, also from the same warehouse roof, shows the newly-rebuilt viaduct on North Seventh Street.
Now, THIS is just some guy who appears to be hanging out on the LRT tracks talking to himself.
Now we know what the English phone booths were for...
This is where the main ticket office will be.
Looking from near the entry doors toward the center, the atrium is just visible at the far right.
Lots of people are doing it.
At the base of the B ramp, the foundation for the center field stands.
Jose Alvalade XXI Stadium in Lisbon, Portugal has towers much like I'm imagining to hold up our canopy while also making a bold statement on the horizon
That warning sign doesn't mention anything about the potential for bludgeoning or limb removal by the revolving doors...
Gate 34 Puckett
Work beneath the scoreboard
The Lincoln Saltdogs (and a promotional Nerd)
Let's be honest and say that this promenade, which will face the HERC plant, won't be the most exciting part of the streetscape. It has to be provided for circulation reasons, but there won't be much to see unless vendors and other attractions take root here.
Plaza extension reaches toward First Avenue
July 7, 1966 (Click to see the entire scorecard with ads)
These are the footings for the staircase which will connect the plaza to the skyway.
The storage tunnel is barely visible at left behind that guy.
Photo by Jeff Ewer
This is the back of the Cisco Field scoreboard, showing video to folks out on the plaza.
Ullger warms up.
The lights have covers on the top, presumably to reduce light pollution
The Puckett Atrium
Puckett atrium menu part 1
This maze of scaffolding is something you'll probably never see again.