InnerTeub

My parents got season tickets to the Twins when we moved to Minnesota. I appreciate why they did it – new city, lots of young kids (“lots” = 3), seems like a fun family outing. Now that I’m older and on the cusp of starting to understand the logistics and expense involved with carting around young children, I have a new appreciation for the time, effort and money involved with these family outings, and enjoy the act of going to see baseball games as a family even more so in restrospect.

Baseball was never a sport I took to, however, a healthy respect for the movie “Major League” notwithstanding. Two of our good friends – now married, two kids in- had their first date at a baseball game, and all I could think was “What a HORRIBLE idea” What if the date sucks? Then you’re stuck there for approximately eight hours with nothing to talk about. Terrible, terrible first date idea. Terrible.

(As I was writing that, I was reminded that the best first date I ever went on was a hike in the woods. If we follow my logic from the above paragraph, that is also a terrible, terrible first date idea – what if the date sucks? Then you’re stuck there for hours. It is at this point that my good friend chimed in with: “Well, at least in that scenario, you can hide your date’s body in the woods. So, you know, you’re not completely out of options like you are with baseball.”

You guys. I love my friends)

ANYWAY. This is all my way of telling you that for the first time since 1991, I went to see a baseball game, and while I stand steadfastly by my statement that baseball is still, without a doubt, the most boring game in the world, and I still seriously dislike light beer especially when it cost about $15 a drink, but, you know, walking the four blocks (yes, I live four blocks from the stadium and still had never gone. Look, it’s not like they’re playing SOCCER over there , ok?) and getting to spend a nice summer evening with friends, well, I suppose you could do worse.

ESPECIALLY if you get to quote Major League all night