Things got surreal and left-of-center
at Target Field the other night.
To wit: naked frat guy
Good luck with all that.
Game time temp was about 40 degrees.
Then the snow started in the 2nd inning.
A cold breeze of f Lake Nokomis began
to blow. To hades with the warm chocolate!
It's a cold one for the birthday boy.
Wound-licking, groaning. Sad-ass blues music. Ohhhhhh-Nellie!
That crap notwithstanding, I'll trot out an old saying, modified for the occasion: a bad day at the ballpark is still better than a good day at work. Target Field, no matter what your attitude towards sports commercialism and stadium politics, is one HELL of a good place to be, even for a bad baseball game!
|Behold, one of the Twins few bright spots!|
|Tony Oliva, the kid from Cuba|
|Don't mess with the gods.|