While I was moping behind my snowblower, I noticed an unusual formation of snow. I turned off the machine and stepped closer to it.
The identify of those piles of snow became clear. You've seen them before, too. They're the smiling, handshaking baseball players whose image lights up when Twins players hit home runs. The players looked at me as if they were waiting for me to speak.
"Who will these 2013 Twins be?" I asked. "Who can I cheer for? Who can I believe
Weather reports tell me something wicked this way comes. I've got two gallons of gas for the snowblower and just enough left in my own tank to dig out from this one.
Downtown, Target Field better be ready. Come April, we're all coming over to watch the game.
With the weather waiting to pummel us yet again, how many of us are imagining a Wintery Wasteland Opening Day nightmare? Ever since they announced the stadium, the truly pessimistic of have smirked small, bitter smirks
I think Twins magic begins with a car radio, a commute of erratic, skidding traffic, and staring at the sun while waiting for red lights.
Returning to baseball life is a greater gift to the fans living in places where the offseason is covered in snow and loneliness.
When the bat cracks and the crowd cheers, we know the small city filled with red- and blue-clad fans will be born around Target Field. There will be beer, hugs, and shouting.
At that moment, the