Well, I promised, so here’s your update of the Twins game. First, let’s get the suspense out of the way. They lost. Final score, 6-2.
As my mother put it, “you’re not going to be able to go to too many Twins games this year where they win.” Ouch.
But, here’s the fun.
Lane and I drove down, chattering the whole way. We parked and started our trek to the game. Our seats were about as high up as one can go, which is pretty darn high. Because we read the signs a little TOO carefully, we ended up walking up the ramp to get to the top. It was the world’s longest, neverending, ramp. It was absurd. We finally got to the top…winded…and found we still had to walk up a flight of stairs to get to our seats. So we grabbed food.
Elena went to get nachos. I went to get a hot dog. However, I was in the wrong line and didn’t get the “normal” hot dog, they only had the special one, for $6. Fine. When we got up to our seats and wiped our bleeding noses, I learned that Lane forgot the jalapeños for my nachos. They are kind of the point. Which sucks; but it wouldn’t kill me to eat them without. Plus it was a long way back down and a long line I’d have to wait in…didn’t seem worth it. So I ate them, except the cheese was cold. Pretty much the worst nachos I’ve ever had. For $5.
We were hanging out for a bit and then she looked at me and said, “aren’t you going to take some pictures?” Well, of course!
The view from our seats and proof that it was a gorgeous night in early May.
The fight that wasn’t. Fighting is few and far between in baseball, but usually a doozy when it happens. This was close, but no cigar.
Sun sinking over the field. Beautiful. Note the kid in the white cap that says “Browns” on it. He comes up later.
Lane’s new Twins cap. And the shot we text in during the game.
Our attempt at a cute photo. But she doesn’t like it. I think it’s cute. We tried again.
And we were cracking each other up so hard, we’re laughing hysterically in this photo. Thus, it becomes one of my all time favorites of us.
And, for her, one where we are not attempting to smile. In fact, quite the opposite.
I know…but what else are you going to do up there?
At this point, the game is not going well. We’ve analyzed the plate music of each Twin (too much rap) and debated the relative cuteness of each player. The “kids” in front of us were being annoying and we decided to go get some ice cream. After a battle in the line over who would pay (I won, because I wrapped her in a stranglehold and jerked her out of the way–true story) we headed back to our seats.
Of course, being adorable, we bought mini-helmets to eat our ice cream from–which is obviously a photo op.
I know, it’s too cute for words. Notice, though, how there is no longer anyone behind us. People were either leaving or setting out for better seats below.
Then, Elena started in on the bugs. Apparently, she’s kind of a wimpy girl who doesn’t like bugs. I said I’d protect her. The thing was, there were A LOT of bugs. We were so high up, we were directly below the field lights. The bugs were congregating right above our heads.
One of them found his way down her shirt…
Yep, couldn’t resist.
I’ll admit, it was a swarm of bugs. I tried to get a picture of them, they were so thick it looked like it was snowing. The picture didn’t turn out, but while I was aiming my camera at seemingly nothing (the night sky), the boys from the row in front of us had moved up to sit next to us. I felt a presence and looked over and saw white cap…who will henceforth be known as “23”… scrunched down in his chair, peering up at my phone, trying to see what I was taking a picture of. It probably looked odd.
I looked at him and said, “what? are you trying to get in my picture?” and he laughed and said, “yep, I’d love to take a picture with you!”
There you go. Me and 23.
Now, his buddies, all of whom were sitting up by us said, “hey will you take our picture?” Which, I am always happy to do. Until they are staring at MY phone.
“You want me to take a picture of YOU on MY phone?
That was their response.
It was so bizarre I didn’t even know what to say. What a completely absurd request. Yet, for some reason, I did it.
There they are. 23, Hardaway, and “I’m not allowed to speak to strangers”. I showed them the photo and Hardaway (middle–because of his jersey) said, “that’s the best picture of us there is! Me and my best friends! Thank you so much”.
Okay, that’s actually kind of sweet. Then he says, “would you mind texting that photo to me?” Seriously?
Luckily, by this point, it was clear that he was a harmless doof and not the obnoxious punk I had earlier deduced him to be. So, I asked for his number and text him the photo. He thanked me probably 8-10 times.
Then, to continue being nice, 23 said, “do you want me to take your photo?” and gestures at us. Like a true comedy of errors, I said yes and Lane said no, practically in sync. I, however, won, and turned over MY phone to this kid. I did NOT ask him to use his own phone.
As I turned to her to tell her to smile, I looked back and he’s staring at my phone, holding it up in front of his face, and he has the most puzzled expression. I say, “what’s wrong?” and he said, “I don’t know how to use this thing.”
I actually laughed.
“How old are you?”
“23” (thus the nickname)
I said, “23, doesn’t that automatically mean you’re born with the technology gene?” and he laughed. He said he’d never used an iPhone before. I thought that was kind of quaint. I showed him how it worked and he took one, frowned at Lane and said, “we’re taking another.” I swear, this kid was adorable. So he takes the second, makes a face and hands me my phone. I said, “they turn out” and he said, “she’s looking at you, um, weird.”
Um yeah, that’s just bad all around.
Kind of weird? I think she looks like a serial killer in this photo…and I’m her next victim. No wonder 23 was concerned.
Then Lane wanted to take a picture of me, to prove that she, who has never used an iPhone, can best the skills of a 23 year old.
IDK how this happened, but I was trying to make a face, and then she was trying to make me laugh, so she grabbed my head. And now I am immortalized thusly. Lucky me.
Shortly thereafter, we decided to head out early. It was 9:30 on a work night, after all! As we were leaving, the boys said, “what? you’re leaving? the game’s not even over!” I said we knew, but we had to get going. They all stood up and thanked us AGAIN for the photo of them as we were headed out.
I guess that’ll teach me to make rash assessments, as they were very nice boys with good manners. One more stop before leaving as I wanted a photo of us in front of the field. Lane would not stand up and turn around for me to do this from our seats, so we waited until we hit ground level.
I took that with the rear facing camera. Then, this nice lady offered to do it for us. It took her three tries to get this:
Which is a little dark, but still a cute photo.
As we were driving down the street, headed for home, I snapped this from the moving car.
A lovely capper to a fun and festive evening. There’s really nothing like outdoor baseball, laughter and friendship, is there?