HHH is not a great place to watch a baseball game. It has been said before and said in better ways but I am chiming in.
Was mostly beautiful to see the unfurling of Pedroia the Destroya under a fluffy white roof. Manny not in lineup? How about this guy!
When staying in a major American city, I always wish I could live there for six months because I feel like I am not truly getting it. Especially when you stay 'downtown'. I could live in Minneapolis like MTM and listen to the Replacements beneath the SkyWay.
Sunday's game resulted in a win for Boston but it was not as good as Saturday's game. I sat next to a giant of man folded into a tiny plastic seat and I could barely see around him. Saturday prior to the game's start you may have said Santana v Tavarez? We've lost! And Boston did lose, but most assuredly should not have.
I read in the paper that on Friday, one of Wake's pitches was clocked at 59. That makes me laugh and laugh. Fucking Wakefield. Can we clone him?
I struggled at times to not root for the Twins. Saturday when I applauded loudly for Kubel, the nuns? behind me were like, what? Nuns know baseball, man.
More to come.