The Twins lost tonight, but it was a good game, so I’m not complaining. They led 3-1 for much of the game, but then the relief pitching blew it, giving Houston a 6-3 lead, which the Twins scrambled back from to 5-6, but with two outs at the bottom of the ninth, a runner on second, there was a pop-fly and that was that.
But you couldn’t beat that back-and-forth drama for the entertainment value, and the smattering of Astros fans in the crowd provided the requisite comic relief. While I love to see them win, I still enjoy a close game that keeps me there until the very end. Baseball is great because every pitch can be a game in itself.
The outing was our way of celebrating Father’s Day with my dad. With Katie and my mom, I honored the guy who I owe so much to, and not just his contribution of DNA. From my height to an affection for Bob Dylan to the passion that drives me to write.
When we got out of the game, it was still quite light out, even though it was 9:15. After navigating the gridlock on Washington Ave. after the game, we took a circuitous route home, driving down University Ave.’s strip to check out the parade of old cars in town for the annual “Back to the 50s” weekend car show.
There were hundreds of people lining the sidewalks, sitting on lawn chairs or hillsides or just on the curb. Everyone was watching the action on the road, and we slowly made our way along, the windows down, enjoying the good vibrations of people out and about on a beautiful, warm summer evening as much as we did the unique cars rumbling up and down the street.
Bleachers filled with fans
Clean uniforms on green turf
Cheer on the home team
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