At the Twins' game yesterday.
Vince is with us man. He's not out of control; you're out of control. Yeah - he's fine. Security isn't looking for him. We're in section 15. Right behind home plate. If you can't find that then go home.
Nothing hotter than a man with a bowl haircut wearing a camo fatigue-like jacket that has had a few too many BEERS MAN!
I hollered down to him, "Dude, John Denver called and wants his haircut back."
See how clever I am? What? That joke is as old as Jay Leno's latest White House appearance? Aaaah - I'll do better.
We swept the Tigers in this third game, a 5-4 victory. We have not lost a series yet. The new home stadium is working its magic.
The stadium is beautiful. It was a seriously cold-ass day though. We dressed in layers and brought along our Twins' blanket that Momma Betty made for Pup a few years back.
I had on a Cuddl Dud, a Denard Span t-shirt, a Twins hoodie, a Twins fleece pullover, and a pair of red leather gloves. And the blanket. I sat with the hood up most of the game. The temp hovered around 52! Brrrrrr! We've spent 28 years playing indoor baseball so NO ONE was bitching about the cold.
We have GREAT seats. Right behind home plate. We're sharing a season ticket with a bunch of other people so we get many more games in this awesome spot.
OH MY GOD I LOVE BASEBALL!