Real quick baseball story before I head off to bed on this wonderful Opening Day:
Last fall some of the guys from college drove out to visit/catch the Twins playing in Baltimore. We met up at Camden Yards, and watched an amazing Twins' victory over the O's. It was probably the best game I've ever attended; the whole experience was perfect. It was a well-played ballgame, the good guys won, the food and beverage hit the spot, we had great conversation, there was a strange sweaty guy wearing too-small mesh shorts (it was weird), a large number of Twins fans in our section, a series of jovial exchanges between ourselves and Baltimore supporters (including the line, "Welcome to Baltimore, enjoy the syphillis!"), and oh yeah, I caught a Jason Kubel home run ball.
We were sitting in the centerfield seats, just a few rows up from the field. One of the guys came up with an especially clever chant for when Torii Hunter was trotting out to play defense. We were hoping he'd re-sign with the Twins, though we realized that wasn't much of a possibility. So we began to chant, quite loudly, "Hometown Discount!". He actually turned, looked up at us, cocked his head and gave us an "are you serious?" smirk before shaking his head, "no way".
That was the moment I knew he wouldn't be back with the Twins. That was also the moment I realized I couldn't wish any ill will on Hunter for leaving us. It was hilarious and sad all at the same time. I loved him when he played for the Twins, and I still like him. He's a great guy.
Who got paid.
I'm ok with that.
Especially when he hits into double plays against the Twins (welcome to our world Anaheim!). Godspeed against the rest of the AL Central, Torii. Godspeed.
There's the flasher who lives next door