Playball..?
So Sunday, I went to a Twins game...although most people around here would call it an Indians game...go figure! It's tough being a fan of a non-local team-no hoopla, no fireworks when one of your guys does something totally awesome. No flashy announcements (although it was cool when they used to use the Imperial March to announce the opposing team. Hey, if you gotta have enemy music, at least it's the most awesome enemy music out there! ;)) But something does have to be said for being in enemy territory, and then spotting someone sporting a Joe Mauer jersey just like yours in the crowd. The look of recognition on someone's face when they see a complete stranger, yet we are not complete strangers, since we are rooting for the same team. Yes, we are here, and we'll keep screaming for our team! Earlier, I ran into my friend Jerm at the Rapid station-he was there with his dad and his fiance, Allison (not to be confused with my lil' sis, Ally!!) After joking about how ...