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
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Seventh Street windows
Did you notice the flowers?
Indications that club seating (the wider spaced areas above each dugout) will be a major presence in the lower deck
Ticket window at Gate 29/Carew
Another over-my-head shot
At the other end of the bridge, the configuration of the tracks has become clear.
Killebrew's mammoth shot on June 3, 1967 is currently memorialized on a wall at the Mall of America
Through the windows of the Metropolitan Club you can see one of the displays of Met Stadium memorabilia.
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.
A last look on the way out.
Loading dock -- already in use!
A view from up (and in) the street.
8:22 PM The sun has caused glare in the webcam, but you can still see the reflection affecting the upper deck behind home plate.
Auxiliary scoreboard (note to TF principles: this is a very good idea)
Row indicators are spray-painted with stencils over rust and peeling paint.
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A sampling of seats at Fenway Park
You write the caption...
Here you can see the real beauty of the Seventh Street side, and get a solid sense of why the overall design really works. The building's purpose is clearly visible, there are numerous connections from inside to outside, scale is nicely mitigated, the stone is attractively used, materials are pleasantly mixed and truly complementary. It's just a winner in so many ways.
The saddest event
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Left to right: Opat, Oliva, Dave St. Peter, Melvin Tennant (Meet Minneapolis), Jerry Bell, Rybak
Packed SRO beneath the notch.
Larry DiVito and staff member (you write the caption)
Overview of the storage tracks.
Tony Oliva, R. T. Rybak and Mike Opat
Viewed from the sidewalk on Seventh Street. No skyway infringement needed.