A cold afternoon in 323, but we had our trusty Twins blanket -- made by my mom when Noah was born.
Yesterday, at the game, my spouse spontaneously volunteered to offer her impressions of Target Field for you all. She comes at it with a true outsider's point of view, untainted by any of the hype which has been plastered across the media for the past month. I will augment with some recent pictures (and captions), but otherwise it's all her!
Hey BallparkMagic guys! My name is Victoria and I, among other things, am Rick's wife. We'll be married 8 years this June. Before I met him, I knew nearly nothing about baseball. I knew there were 4 bases. I knew 3 strikes and you're out. That's about it. I remember asking him early on in our relationship who the guy was standing between 2nd and 3rd bases and weren't there too many people on the field? He gently explained that was the shortstop...
So. Here is my first (and likely last) posting. Rick and I went to the game Wednesday afternoon. It was great to be huddled together, taking in the sights and sounds of the ballgame, exploring the ballpark, and not having to wrangle our two young sons!
Yeah, it was cold. But I'll take cold over rain or sweltering humidity any day.
We took refuge for a time in the Twins Pub where you can drink a beer (or just hang out) and listen to some ballpark tunes. The organ is decorated with a TC (of course) and what looked like drawings which Sue has received from kids.
Here are my reflections on the Target Field experience:
1. It's a tremendous thing to behold. Hats off to everyone who made it come true.
2. Rick used to gripe about the Metrodome being a completely ridiculous, maddening, and utterly ill-conceived place for baseball, and I didn't fully get it. Having been to Target Field, now I get it.
No griping here.
Our Day In Dollars
Tickets: $13.00* x 2
Transit: $4.00 x 2
Hot Chocolate: $3.00
NOTE: $4.50 came home still in my pocket because the line for a cupcake was too long.
3. Women's restroom. Grade = B-. Yes, there were enough stalls, but the restroom I went into only had one door, so the going in and going out was a flurry of women trying to navigate a narrow space and half-heartedly saying "excuse me" to each other. Nice, however, to hear the radio broadcast of the game in there! (NOTE: This was the restroom right behind 323. The men's room has an entrance and exit, but there were always long lines between innings. The layout is pretty clunky. -- Rick)
4. Food. A mixed review. My first food purchase was polish sausage with kraut (from Halsey's). I'm Polish, so I figured that was a good thing to do. It was fine – tasty even – but nothing special. My second food purchase was a slice of pepperoni pizza. When the guy put two slices into the box instead of one that should've been my clue: they couldn't get rid of the stuff! And I found out why. Uncooked dough in the center and maybe two pieces of pepperoni. Definitely not worth the $6.00.
5. View. Spectacular. I loved seeing the skyline, the truly green grass, and the birds flying here and there.
The view from our seats. I took this picture while standing, and the railing would prove mildly problematic when I sat down -- but not as much as my scorecard, which I always seemed to be holding right in Vic's view of the plate (she told me so).
6. Scoreboard and Sound. These two items really bugged me at the Metrodome – I had to squint to read the scoreboard and the sound was way too boomy-loud. Not so at Target Field! Grade = A+ for both!
7. Energy. There was a wonderful, happy vibe about the whole place. Loved it.
8. People watching. Grade = A+. There were some retirees sitting in the row in front of us. The two women shared a pink hula-hoop over their knees, and the man was completely bundled in layers from head to foot, eating popcorn like a little kid. Very sweet.
9. I'd like to go to a night game to see the stars, the moon and the lights on the field.
This was on BPM night. Nice neon, but I'm still waiting to see the homer show.
10. Final thought: how can 40,000 people NOT be at work on a Wednesday afternoon?
Here's to a fantastic first season at Target Field. Go Twins!
*Special thanks to a south metro friend, without whose generosity this little excursion would not have been possible.
"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 3042 found on this site. Click the image to be taken to the original post. A new list is created every 10 minutes.
That's Fifth Street (and a tattooed arm) in the foreground.
Our cantilever friends will be happy to learn that there will be sections with views like this in the new stadium.
Skinny dugouts at TF
That's Fifth Street (and a tattooed arm) in the foreground.
Looking through the transit hub
The Overlook, as seen by outfielders
Fencing is going up all along the plaza
Work on the pavilion in center.
Click to enlarge greatly.
The view from the upper concourse.
This is what I was working on while my photo was taken (click to see a VERY BIG version).
The tower is actually finished, though it looks like a work in progress.
A last look on the way out.
Showing more of the context for the louvers.
People! (In the Legends Club)
Overview of the storage tracks.
Lower deck view of the out-of-town scoreboard.
Glass going in over the Oliva gate.
I would put on this face.
These two sections are within a few feet of one another.
Another look at the outfield stands (Photo by Tom Sweeney, Star Tribune)
Peering through Gate 34
This is what it looked like during the first open house in March.
This view looks through the opening in the fence where the crosswalk will be.
Speakers spaced evenly among the lights
Concrete molds are being removed!
Work going on under the steel.
Home Plate Box, Section 111, Row 8 or 9-ish (Click to enlarge greatly.)
Here's where the plaza will empty out around that skyway emergency exit tower at the corner of Second Avenue and Seventh Street.
Thanks for all the hard work out there, Cold Safety-Line Dudes. (I'm glad that my job does not require safety lines...)