It's a little chilly -- sort of fall-ish -- here in my studio, and my feet are cold, so I just slipped on a pair of white sweat socks.
And I'm pretty sure that, with that sentence, you've now heard the last that you're going to hear this season about white sox. Hallelujah!
Somewhere, I'm sure that Calvin Griffith is proud.
It's a little surprising that I had to drive down to the ballpark yesterday to get a look at this statue. The unveiling must have gotten lost somewhere in the big celebration last weekend. Once the minor controversy over its placement passed, I never heard another word about it in the media.
Actually, this is easily the most successful of the four statues we've seen so far (Carl and Eloise Pohlad are yet to come this year, with Hrbek and Oliva slated for next season).
At first, Calvin appears to be admiring the ballpark history board, clutching a baseball, with a sort of knowing look on his face. Only a moment later do you realize that he may actually be watching a Rod Carew AB from a distance, and his expression is one of deep appreciation for what he sees.
You see, everybody knows that Calvin Griffith wasn't always the greatest human. There are things he said and did which are essentially unforgivable. But everybody also knows that he was maybe the last of the pure baseball men, and that he was for the Senators/Twins a combination of CEO, GM, PR guy, marketer, scout, lobbyist, you name it.
He was a complicated guy, and the statue doesn't shy away from that. It doesn't try to deify this very human figure. (In fact, you're probably taller than this statue -- I actually was.)
The bases for the player statues have been recently upgraded.
But the size of his personality, and his love of the game and the Twins, is conveyed beautifully. And the simple placement lends a realism and matter-of-factness which I found to be quite powerful. Unlike the player statues, which are surrounded by a raised mock playing surface (recently upgraded from actual infield dirt), Calvin will stand among the crowds, looking like he's going to turn around any minute and head in to his seat, just a schmoe like us who loved the game. People I know who knew him say that's how he was.
My old friend Curtiss, now deceased, told me (many times) the story of the day he went over to Met Stadium with his three-ring binders filled with the meticulous score sheets he'd kept for every single Twins game. He wanted to show them to Calvin, and see if there was some way they might help the team.
Calvin not only stopped what he was doing, he spent the afternoon looking over Curt's books, talking about the various games (Calvin actually kept score personally for each game), commenting repeatedly, "You've got a lot of things here that even we don't have."
In the end, the books went home with Curt. But that day ended with a firm handshake, and a long-lasting baseball friendship made.
I did not have an emotional reaction to any of the other statues -- not even Killebrew. This one was very different. This one transported me instantly, and filled in a piece which is essential for understanding the franchise.
Kudos to the Twins for not skipping over that complicated chapter, and to Bill Mack for truly capturing this character.
Earlier tonight, with the game playing on the radio, the Gameday feed on the computer screen, and the new Target Field book being perused by all, my wife said those words that every baseball-loving husband longs to hear as the playoffs approach: "You better start saving your pennies."
You see, she knows that if there are October baseball games being played in the 612 area code, I really want to be there. And she knows that the baseball budget in our house always comes with a playoff asterisk.
Now, I didn't bother getting into the whole lottery process and the reality that we'll probably be watching it all on TV, but just having the subject raised is always a genuinely beautiful thing.
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"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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Bassett Creek's path through the ballpark site (Source: Minneapolis Public Library)
Here's where I was when the alarm went off, and though the siren wasn't terribly loud, at least one guy is plugging his ears.
Carew atrium menu part 2
Entrance to the Champions Club
A closer look into the park from down the street. How great will this view be during a game??
The Target Center rooftop patio. Hardly glamorous, but a great view of the ballpark.
Lower deck view of the out-of-town scoreboard.
Playing surface dirt out there? Maybe. (click to enlarge)
Legends Club fireplace (there are two)
A desolate Marquette Ave
A sharp-eyed reader caught me trying to make the best of a bad situation with my SP-570UZ on Sunday afternoon
They help create a psychological safe area along the plaza edge, and help you forget that cars are zipping by directly beneath you.
Just to the right, more ticket machines. These things are everywhere.
A distinct misstep, ostensibly to guard against missteps. But methinks I smell a lawyer...
Bird's-eye view of the trees
What has been actually built so far is only a tiny subset of this vision.
Preparations underway (Field View)
This is as close as I could get to a pedestrian-eye view of Seventh Street (looking west away from downtown). It's inviting, not imposing, and remarkably dignified.
Banners on the parking ramp are a great touch. They help manage scale and turn a lemon into lemonade. On my way there today I passed the WCCO building and remembered how the Twins schedule used to be painted in giant form on the side of that building (which is no longer visible). Wouldn't that be a great thing to resurrect on the side of that ramp? A giant Twins schedule. I always thought that was cool.
The Puckett Atrium
No offense, TC, but you're pointing exactly the wrong direction if you want people to use the ramp opening to your right...
Home Plate Box, Section 111, Row 8 or 9-ish (Click to enlarge greatly.)
Friendly faces greet you right inside the door of the Legends Club.
2007, Noah's first game (Torii's last)
Gate 29 Carew
Bag checking at Ball Park Lanes was incredibly simple, as was the pick up later. The line was short and fast-moving.
Ballpark magic: Infield materializes (click to enlarge)
This maze of scaffolding is something you'll probably never see again.
Looking back toward downtown from the end of the balcony