Three weeks ago this was a patch of scruffy trees. Now it's a patio. In case you were wondering, that's where I've been...
Where have the boys been for the past 10 days? I hate these stretches when the game gets all distant and, well, unpleasant. Why isn't it here, on that stretch of grass we put up just for them to play on? Why can't they play all 162 within earshot? And win them all?
It's not a reasonable stance, I know, but that's how I feel. OK, not really.
My past 10 days have included, among other things (see photo), trying to explain to a very skeptical five-year-old why we should root for Derek Jeter on this one particular day, when we root against him for the whole rest of the season. It's definitely more absurd than you might at first think.
Not nearly as absurd, however, as the 49-minute monstrosity which passes for a pregame show to the All Star Game. The cast of some f-ing Fox show was singing some f-ing weepy slow song that, at the very least, wasn't the f-ing Star Spangled Banner, and should have been penalized for delay of game start.
And then, when we finally get to the SSB, we get this insanity:
As a baseball fan, I don't really care. But as a musician, I'm embarrassed. That's beyond ridiculous. Unless you are a songwriter, and it's your song, you have no business messing with the melody. Just sing the damn thing.
Speaking of being a musician (I have no theme again today, just a collection of stuff), if you're at the game Friday night, listen carefully for this song on the PA:
OK, I'm biased because I produced/recorded/mixed it, and my brother, Scott, is the drummer. Mike plays and sings everything else, and wrote all the songs. Click here to see a video we did for one of the other songs, and here to see us playing something completely different live at the Fine Line (I'm on bass, and we were all younger). As an aside, if you know Mischke, you know Mike's work.
We're told that the song will be played about 40 minutes before the game, and again somewhere around the 3rd/4th innings.
Both Scott and I will be in attendance, since tonight night is BallparkMagic Night at Target Field II, courtesy Mike Menner, whose 20th annual Fiesta de Beisbol takes place this weekend in south Minneapolis. Mike describes the weekend as one "which celebrates all that is good in the game...or something like that."
The party starts with Friday's game, but continues all through Saturday, including games actually played by attendees at Sibley Park in south Minneapolis, followed by a feast of homemade brats and a fabulous Hootenanny back at Mike's house.
Lest you think this is a small affair, Mike prints up a brochure every year, puts a group of 100 together to attend the Twins game, and hosts potentially many more for the rest of the festivities. It sounds very cool.
Unfortunately, I cannot attend because I'll be hosting birthday parties all day Saturday for Noah, who is turning five. He will also be at the game Friday night -- a special birthday treat. For those who'd like to offer their well-wishes (or cotton candy -- all he really wants), look for us in section 316, row 10.
Here are a couple of bits more closely related to the ballpark.
First, I was browsing through a collection of photos on Facebook which were posted by the youth group at Holy Trinity (where I conduct the adult choirs). Much to my surprise, they got a tour of Target Field, and the only photo I've seen yet of the visitor's clubhouse!
The visitor's clubhouse at Target Field. (Photo by Javen Swanson)
Pretty spartan compared to the home clubhouse, eh?
Next, I was out at the Mall of America this afternoon (shopping for birthday presents, you know) and caught this out of the corner of my eye in the Ikea parking lot:
I haven't been able to confirm it yet, but this looks to me like it's been there since the days when I sat in a sweaty Ford Galaxie 500 trying to inch our way out of that lot after a Twins game. Can anybody confirm this?
Fire Gardy? Trade Delmon? Bench Mauer? Say tsk tsk to the rotation? Commit ritual harakiri after dropping out of first?
Aren't we all just a little bit on edge these days? The Twins are only 3 1/2 games out of first, for crying out loud (EDIT: 4 1/2 games, ouch) on July 15.
Five years ago today, the day my son was born, the Twins were nine games over .500 at 49-40, and in 2nd place in the AL Central. And we all know full well that they went on to -- um -- uh oh, I probably should have checked my facts before starting this sentence, because it seems they went on to finish, oh I hate to even mention it, they finished the 2005 season in 3rd place.
Just a game, people.
Photo by Jared Wieseler
A damn beautiful game at that.
(But while we're on the subject, Bill, we need pitching. And a third baseman.)
"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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Here are 50 images chosen randomly from the 3045 found on this site. Click the image to be taken to the original post. A new list is created every 10 minutes.
Integrating the administration building was really a great idea. Actually, there will be more things inside than just offices, but that will probably be some sweet space.
This will be a bar/restaurant.
The suite mock-up
This is where the main ticket office will be.
This is what passes for imagination at Miller Park -- they didn't even get the shape right! (Source: LP)
Ballpark elevation viewed from Seventh Street. (Click to enlarge.)
Window area sketched by the limestone
Brick work just inside the opening matches the color of the limestone - per Jerry Bell's requirements.
Awesome seat. Awesome sun. Awesome hitter. (Photo by Tony Voda, courtesy Jared Wieseler)
Here's a first view of the surprisingly spacious walkway on Fifth between the ballpark and the LRT platform.
No offense, TC, but you're pointing exactly the wrong direction if you want people to use the ramp opening to your right...
Ullger warms up.
The louvres on Fifth have been completely filled in
The moat walkway viewed from across the park.
Another view of the escalator, which apparently comes preassembled!
Typical SRO view upstairs.
Two plazas in Spain. (Brad and I were pretending to steal coins from the fountain. We were all just so darn funny back in high school, eh?)
Here's the view of the entrance ramp to 394. Looks like they are painting...
Harmon is visible (barely) at the very center of the crowd.
Looking up Seventh Street to the west
Click to enlarge.
Wood-backed seats viewed through gate 6
This concourse, the uppermost, was built on top of the now-hidden old concourse during the 70s renovation.
Bassett Creek's original path (Source: Metropolitan Design Center)
LRT throngs after the game
One thing that the design disguises nicely is that the Pro Shop (and other key components) are actually built over lanes of freeway. That can clearly be seen here.
Main concourse, looking toward the admin building.
Clyde Doeppner proudly displays colored bricks he scavenged from the Met during its demolition. These are the colors in question!
Inside the Metropolitan Club. Classic photo of a youthful Bob Casey at far right. (Photo by Tyler Wycoff)
Now from the inside looking at the same area.
The Target Field grass, it turns out, will be green. (This is a photo representing the concept of grass only. The actual Target Field grass apparently will not contain dirt patches, weeds, or dandelions. Imagine that -- if you can!)
Though there's nothing there now, you have to believe they'll find a way to add a party deck up there at some point.