On Sunday, I visited sparkling Target Field to watch the Twins fall feebly to the Royals with some old friends in celebration of Adam’s impending wedding. It was a wonderful day of friendship and hot dogs and sunshine swear words.
Now enjoy these photographs, kindly provided by my friend Mike, a local bald photographer.
We gathered together outside the ballpark at noontime for jovial back-slapping and jocular harassment of passersby. Smiles were abundant and gum was chewed with open-mouthed vigor.
The food offerings at Target Field were wonderful. Here, Adam blasted a fat hot dog into his face in an aggressive manner that will likely earn him a public chastisement once he is married. Enjoy the singleness while you can, Adam. Have another!
The stadium is absolutely beautiful. It’s hard to come up with a complaint (the only inconveniences were from idiots like us slowing up traffic by wandering around with cameras like tourists). My friend Brent commented that it felt like he was on vacation as soon as he stepped inside, and I’d say that pretty much sums it up.
Here’s a shot from my favorite moment of the afternoon. Down 10-5, the game was out of hand when Twins manager Ron Gardenhire came out of the dugout to argue that Michael Cuddyer should have been awarded a base for being hit by a pitch. There really wasn’t a point, but he was going at it and the crowd started cheering and chanting “GAR-DY! GAR-DY!” I screamed, “HE IS CRIMSON WITH RAGE!”
Fun, pointless times.
Finally, enjoy this video I put together that captures the vivid sights, friendly sounds, and remorseful emotions of Target Field. I apologize for the shaky camerawork, but I was working without a tripod and I had few sodapops in me and I was being chased.