Last night my wife and I, along with my sister and her boyfriend, took in the game at the Cell and enjoyed ourselves as the Twins beat themselves. They had two costly errors which gave the Sox a few runs and that's exactly what they needed for their two-run win over the Twinkies.
I need to mention I was happier than normal because the Sox actually beat the Twins. I can't remember the last time I went to a Sox-Twins game when the Sox won. I am no longer their kryptonite when they play the Twins at home!
Anyways, the night started off great. I parked in my usual spot - the parking lot of a church/school along Wentworth Ave. This is the best kept secret for anyone going to a Sox game. Gate 1 is right around the corner and the Dan Ryan ramp is right there when it's time to exit.
We bought some peanuts from the vendor in the lot and we were headed to the gate. First thing we did - bought some hot dogs, a Pepsi for the wife and a beer for me. Once we grabbed our food and drinks we walked directly to our seats, 7th row, right field line. Good seats, but what's the first thing I noticed? TWINS FANS! They were directly in front and behind us. I have no problem at all with opposing fans at the ballpark, but we were surrounded.
The game starts and the Twins take an early lead with a three-run homer. I stay quiet and keep to myself as the Twins fans start screaming and slap fives above my head.
Then, it's our turn. The Sox come back in the bottom of the inning with a three-run shot from De Aza and I'm already yelling and waving my arms before the ball lands in the right field bullpen. High fives for our row!
The De Aza home-run was a conversation starter for the Twins fans behind us. Next thing you know, my wife and the lady behind us begin talking about why they are visiting and where they're from. I couldn't believe it. I seriously hate the Twins and throughout the whole game I found myself engaging in friendly conversation with the fans behind us. Usually "friendly conversation" with Twins fans leads to arguments, but not this time.
Last night's seventh inning stretch made me wonder if anybody knew what was going on. It was the quietest "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" I've ever heard. The fans were louder once the Chevy Pride Crew came out on the field and starting tossing free t-shirts in the crowd. This lead to another incident where I thought "Wow, these Twins fans are nice people". The couple behind us actually grabbed a t-shirt after spilling popcorn everywhere and we all had a laugh. The lady took one look at the shirt and looked at my wife and said, "Here. Do you want it"?
Ugh! Really? Why do you have to be nice right now. All I want to do is rub it in that the Sox are now ahead but the opposing fans are giving us gifts!
Honestly though, thank you to the Twins fans who sat behind us (wow, that hurt). You helped make the game enjoyable to watch, a Sox win helped, but you also made my wife's night. Everyone loves a free t-shirt. Especially a Sox one.