I don’t like baseball.
Call me unAmerican, but I have little patience for a 3 hour game which consists of players standing around for the majority of the time.
Why, you ask, do I still attend baseball games year after year? Three reasons:
All hail the beer gods
2) People watching
3) I love Minnesota, and it’s fun to be with a huge group of people who feel the same way.
Lame? Maybe. Fun? Absolutely.
This year was my first adventure seeing the new stadium. It was beautiful! Not a bad seat in the house!
And then night falls and it gets prettier…
And then we panic as the game is tied in the bottom of the 9th…
And then the Twins win and we celebrate with grilled cheese…
This might be the happiest I have ever seen my friend Katie.
Guest Post from Kelly
I live with a crazy person. My roommate is in love, no, obsessed with Joe Mauer. It is not the type of thing you can take lightly if you live with her. everything is in regards to Joe Mauer, “I wondered what Joe Mauer thought of that.” On a day when Mauer might take a break because he has caught in 4 straight games, “What’s wrong with Joe? Why isn’t he playing?” It is not said in mild conversation voice, but shrieked at the TV as if he might have died.
Apparently, there is a rumor that Joe Mauer is recently engaged, I thought I was going to need to go out buy some ice cream, watch chick-flicks, and provide moral support until the grieving period was over…”Kelly, this is just terrible”.
My roommate also owns a “Fat Head” of Mauer, for those that are unfamiliar, they are life size posters. Yes, my 25 year old female roommate has a life size Joe Mauer poster. Unlike Kimmy on “Full House” she didn’t put it over her bed, but I was hoping she might.
While I might find this behavior okay for a 12-14 year old girl. A woman should not be this “in love” with an athlete in which she has no chance in the world.