My oldest friend of nearly 30 years, Dave, took his folks to the Twins game last night for the old man’s 80th birthday. They entered a contest for a chance to sit in the broadcast booth during the game and won. I’m nearly as pleased about this as if it were my own parents. Dave said the best thing was just watching his dad have a casual conversation with Bert Blyleven. For a MN sports fan, it’d be hard to top an 80th birthday in the booth. Coolest thing I’ve seen this month.
Note: Dick and Bert operate in the booth sans air conditioning, but keep the fridge stocked with Coors Light.
the ryan hotel, ca.1905 | st. paul’s first skyscraper
at the one of a kind shop in buffalo, mn.
where i spent my summer vacation. (not pictured: bugs. lots of ‘em.)
1985 all-star game duffel bag. i have two of these. new, in plastic. i haven’t a clue what to do with them.
Bill Pulkrabek - i went to college for a while with this turd. didn’t know him real well, nor cared to. he roomed with my buddy shawn, who often referred to him as “nazi’. seems like quite a guy. click through to read about his problem with not throwing mistresses around by their hair.
first twins game - with mom, sister
metropolitan stadium, april 1975
dear @MinnesotaTwins, schedule a Harmon Killebrew night. now. don’t worry about bobbleheads or shirts or trading cards. tomorrow night, even. put it on television so he can see it. after the first pitch, call time, say his name and let everyone cheer. let them stand and cheer for as long as they like. let everyone who saw him, everyone whose fathers or mothers loved him, let the entire state cheer … and let him hear it. don’t wait. do it now while we can.