Ah, things have finally started to settle down a bit. As a certified ballpark geek, it's just overwhelming when each day produces 100 new articles to scan and you don't want to miss anything interesting. In truth, however, interesting things could only be found once in about every 200 articles. Such is the nature of the echo chamber which is much of the media these days.
View from the Overlook
It seems like every blogger in Twins Territory has written about his or her first experience at Target Field. Most of the descriptions come down to, "Here's what we ate, and here's where we sat, but we didn't sit very much." I find the first part interesting mostly because the food is something that can be changed a lot easier than, say, seat widths which will likely be there forever.
Not that I'm looking for things to pick on (I've found some seat-width choke points, but mostly they are great), but I am trying to get a handle on overall fan comfort, and food, to my mind, has little to do with it.
Flowers. Real flowers.
La Velle inadvertently started a round of ballpark ranking, and that led me to think about ranking criteria. Truth is, I can't come up with anything simple. For one thing, food is out because it can change too quickly and vary too much from one stand to another.
For example, I had some delightfully fresh cheese curds out at the State Fair booth behind the left field stands, and I had a super rubbery batch from a stand on the upper concourse off of first base. How much do you want to bet that I could have experienced exactly the opposite difference an inning later in each case?
Don't get me wrong. I'm definitely interested in comparing the food between ballparks. But it doesn't rise to the level of being definitive.
Believe it or not, I'm still not ready to write a definitive review of TF. I have to admit that I'm still so blown away by just being able to stroll open concourses that I can't really be objective at all about some of the things which I think will come to matter later -- when the team isn't quite this good.
Best ballpark amenities ever? Exciting baseball and winning.
No Troughs, But...
Here's a subject which is going to require serious attention in the offseason: Restroom placement and configuration.
Those of us who attended BallparkMagic Night (which was a total blast, by the way) learned a little something about hopping up and down on one leg, and it was just the result of low capacity and poor design -- and I don't mean of our anatomy.
When you look at a map of TF, you'll see that rest rooms are concentrated along the main concourse, leaving the outfield stands somewhat barren. (The map scanned at right, which is being handed out to almost everybody who enters TF, actually contains some big inaccuracies, but it appears accurate as far as the outfield is concerned.)
Before you say, "Ha ha, you men have to stand in line now," let's just say that it need not be that way. You don't need to rob Peter to pay Pauline, as it were. What we have here is some really bad design that was being covered up by the constant use of the "fixture count" in all the press.
Remember those charts of how many fixtures there were compared to the Metrodome? Looked great, right?
Well, it turns out that it matters where all those fixtures are located, how evenly they are distributed according to where the people are, and how the rooms in which they are housed have been configured. Who would've thought?
In the current design, each of those two outfield rest rooms has to accommodate a whole lot of bladders, and they are woefully beneath the necessary capacity, despite the fact that at times they're OK. (The upper concourse is not a problem, by the way. If you've got the time, take an escalator to pee.)
On top of that, the men's room between gates 29 and 34 is incredibly small, and poorly designed.
The french fry lights were on!
For some unknown reason, there's only one entrance, which also serves as the exit, and the sinks are on one side of the door while the paper towels are on the other side. That means you need one "excuse me" to get through the line between the urinal and the sink, another to get from the sink to the paper towels, and an unprecedented third "excuse me" to squeeze past the incoming line to get out of the place!
Here's one of those moments when I made an assumption which turned out to be totally incorrect. I assumed that bathroom design for large facilities had been solved long ago. In fact, if you simply replaced the Metrodome troughs with urinals, you'd have the perfect design: Enter from one side, do your business and clean up in the middle, and exit the other way.
Why wouldn't such a design have just been carried over?
So there is an opportunity for reconfiguration, which will solve half of the problem. But the other half is capacity, and they're really going to need to add some behind the outfield seating, which could be tough, but hardly impossible.
A little ground's crew action in the first inning the other night.
The silver lining to this story is that there's a cart right outside that bathroom which sells the most delicious deep chocolate cupcake for $4.50. I couldn't resist, and it's the best food I've had yet at Target Field.
Yeah, I guess maybe it is all about the food after all...
Sound On Sound
I don't want to belabor this too much, but we found another dead zone for the sound out on the Overlook. The PA announcer sounded muffled under the best of circumstances, and was generally inaudible if there was any other noise going on -- such as a crowd cheering.
Simply turning up the volume won't solve it. They need more speakers, placed strategically to cover those areas not currently being served.
After the rain. (We were in the wrong spot to see the rainbow...)
The sound design is certainly quite complex, but they have a ways to go to get it up to an acceptable level. Frankly, I think the PA announcer should be audible anywhere open to the field (including all concourses), and the radio feed should he heard anywhere which is not open to the field (rest rooms, clubs, elevators, escalators, gate areas, plaza, maybe even the parking ramps). Inside the suites, you should have your choice of PA, radio, TV, or nothing.
Again, I assumed that this was the sort of thing which had been solved for all ballparks long ago. Not so.
Fanning the Fans
You know, I'm cynical enough to think that using a taser on a fan in Philadelphia is meant to send a message to fans everywhere: run on the field and you may get tased.
Never mind the obvious class action lawsuit just waiting to happen against tasers. We've all seen the various videos, and it appears that tasers do one of two things: either they drop the perp in a heartbeat (occasionally stopping said heart in the process), or they cause the dude to completely freak out (causing his heart to race to the point where it sometimes just gives out).
With all due respect to law enforcement, using a taser is tantamount to electrocution (I know, it's the amps not the volts, but still), and the anecdotal evidence is that their use is just as likely to make a situation worse as it is to make it better.
They are also extremely dangerous. In Philly, the idiot (who was completely at fault, don't get me wrong) could not walk for a few hours after the incident. His body -- and brain -- will likely suffer ill effects for the rest of his life (similar to a lightning strike). That's a constitutional challenge just waiting to happen.
If you saw that video, you know that they weren't exactly dealing with Adrian Peterson out there. If a half a dozen security guys can't bring in one drunken idiot without a taser, then you need some new security guys. I heard somewhere that security guys at TF don't carry tasers, but they have "other means" at their disposal for dealing with unruly fans.
But that brings me to one other fan behavior which needs non-taser modification.
Just take a look at the body language of the Twins players the next time a fan throws back an opponent's home run ball. They are embarrassed when that happens. It reflects poorly on them, because it's disrespectful to the other team. We've all read about those unwritten rules, right? Well, they apply to fans too.
What's more, when something like that happens (a game-tying homer in the 9th), all that the players are thinking about is getting that next guy out and getting back to the plate. Now the game has to stop, Cuddyer has to trot out and field the ball, toss it to a ball boy, and get back to his position before the game can continue. Not cool. (You may not have noticed it but the ball boy usually just tosses it to another fan like a routine foul ball.)
The homer that Brennan Boesch hit on BPM night sailed way over our heads. It was a monster moon shot (448 feet and the longest hit yet at TF, according to HitTrackerOnline.com). The appropriate response is awed silence, or maybe even polite applause because that was one awesome hit.
I go to TF to see great players play a great game, and when you see a hit like that, even if it wasn't by your team, you just have to say "wow" and give the guy some props. Throwing the ball back is like spitting in his face.
You know what? If I catch a Major League baseball, I'm hanging on to it. It either came off of a Twins hitter's bat or out of a Twins pitcher's hand. Either way, I'm good.
In fact, to continue channeling Charlton Heston, you'll get my Major League baseball when you pry it out of my cold, dead hand (or kindly replace it with an autographed equivalent).
A last look on the way out.
Have you noticed that people are talking baseball all over the place? Even talk about the weather -- ubiquitous in these parts -- has got a baseball undercurrent. "Will they play tonight?"
I gave my tickets for last Thursday to our daycare provider, and she reported that they were primo seats for the dance of nature that is Kirby the Kestrel. Kirby's thumbnail review of TF: "I ate yummy moths, and the seat width was just perfect, but I didn't sit very much."
Then you turn around to this!
It's all a part of that thick baseball thread being woven anew through the community.
Almost forgot to mention that I'll see you down at the game tomorrow (Wednesday) afternoon. It's the first trip for my lovely spouse, and we'll be up in 323. See you there!
"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
Here are 50 images chosen randomly from the 3037 found on this site. Click the image to be taken to the original post. A new list is created every 10 minutes.
Looking up toward Sixth Street.
The Puckett atrium fireplace is just barely visible at the far left.
The equivalent spot on the model.
The Northstar station at night
A view straight on of the Pro Shop area and ticket windows (just barely visible). The piers you see beneath the plaza are already almost completed (see final photo).
The glare problem.
These stairs will go up to the centerfield pavilion.
World Series trophies on display at left
This view is from the roof of a warehouse which stood where the A ramp is today. The HERC is now located where the tracks turned north (toward the top).
Many people will approace the park from this direction and it's a pretty great first glimpse. It features all the design elements in modestly condensed form, and still manages to look like a ballpark (instead of something else).
Doors directly to the concourse, and a view of the stands beyond
A slightly different elevation drawing, again viewed from Fifth Street, with some labels. (Click to enlarge.)
Looking back toward the ballpark from Third Avenue and Fifth Street. Again, the track configuration is now clearly visible.
Reverse view, now looking down Sixth toward the park. The Met Stadium flag pole will be right there!
Don Swanson, left, in-coming commander of the Richfield American Legion, and Joe Kennedy, right, out-going commander, are pictured with the Legion's new flag pole, which once stood at old Metropolitan Stadium. (Click to enlarge.)
I took this picture from the Overlook at great personal risk, because everything Thome was hitting was landing out that direction.
Sharing and Caring Hands, as viewed from the ballpark site about a block away. Note transaction in progress in the shadows.
A trailer village has sprung up to the south.
Spring of 1982 (click to enlarge greatly -- can you pick out Kent Hrbek?)
The east wall of the building looks like it will be the first part completed. These are probably supports for the plaza, and they hug the very edge of the site.
Click to see the full-size image.
Two concepts here remain in the final design. First is the oddly-shaped pavilion in center. Second is the section just above the right field fence. In the current design this section will hang over the field by a few feet. The original doesn't do that, but you can see that the concept goes way back in the planning.
A sign that your mall is all but dead: roped off escalators. (This is at about 4:00 PM on a weekday.)
More flowers, more pennants.
Limestone still dominates the Seventh Street walkway from a pedestrian point of view. But brick take over as you move upward -- a concession to cost, no doubt.
Wind veil install from across Seventh
From about two blocks away you can finally get an idea of what it looks like. Just to my left (but out of view) was a valet parking stand where a limo was idling.