Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Opener


Notes from the Opener:

- Michael Cuddyer has got to go. He didn't play much last season, so I had forgotten his inability to recognize a strike until the ball is deeeeep into the strike zone resulting in some pretty awkward swings. Although, he did have the only RBI of the game.

- Kubel needs to start in Left, Gomez in Center, Span in Right. All three of these players are young (Span the oldest at 25), which means they still have a little something called 'upside.' Is Delmon Young's ceiling higher than Cuddy's (flash in the pan) 'o6 season? I would say the answer is "yes." I realize Cuddyer is the only one of the four making big money, but it isn't untradable.

- The Twins dropped the ball (at least a little bit) by introducing the Twins players, then performing the National Anthem and then playing a video/speech in rememberance of late owner Carl Pohlad. A tribute is fitting indeed to the man, but the timing was bad. The crowd was pretty pumped up after the lineups were announced, and the tribute seemed to drag and drag....

- Oh, man. Morneau should have taken a couple pitches before grounding into that killer inning-ending DP. King Felix was having trouble finding the plate, having given up a pair of singles and a walk to Span before getting Casilla to pop up for the first out. Cuddyer followed with a clutch RBI single on a 1-0 pitch and it appeared this could be the breakout inning for the offense. Morneau, perhaps feeling the pressure of carrying the offense or maybe just anxious on opening day, grounded to 2nd baseman Lopez for the easy DP.

- Opening Day seems to bring out the most douchey fans. In my section alone:

The big middle aged woman flipping off the field anytime ANYTHING went against the Twins. Classy.

The group of emo 30-somethings in the row in front of ours. They all had goofy moustaches (funny if it's one guy, stupid if there are 6 of you). Also, what is with the dirty bandana that you dirty emo kids always have to wear, usually around your neck? It looks stupid. These guys were dorks on their own, but the one guy flipping through the photos on his digi cam took the cake. Pictures of a three year old smoking a joint with a roach clip are not funny. They are sick, and wrong. My coke spilled on your coat on purpose.
Douchebag fan of the night!!!


The big girl who swore super loudly, with her purple hair. I referred to her all night as "Fat Von D," as she looked like a (very) plus sized version of the LA Ink star.

The twenty year old kid who nearly cried after getting a little beer spilled on his Torii Hunter jersey. After the girlfriend of the jersey owner confronted the spiller, an onlooker replied "Who the (heck) cares?! It's a (freaking) Hunter jersey!" Comedy.


STATS:

COMPANY: Marty, the Gramps, Kev Kev, Wife
Food/Bev: None!
Attendance: 48,514 (106%)
Seat Cost: 31 (x2 wife) 62.00
Parking cost: $5
Total Spent: $67.00
Season Total: $67.00

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