Metrodome memories

I went to my first game at the dome when I was seven. As I sat in the home run porch I tried to comprehend how Kirby Puckett was standing right there in center field. It was actually him. I knew it was him. It looked like him. He was wearing Kirby Puckett's uniform. But I asked my dad for conformation that it was actually he, Kirby Puckett, standing there. He looked at me with an "of course" expression and said, "Yup."

But for a kid there was no "of course" about it. Being there and witnessing these players -- players I got to know through box scores, baseball cards, and TV screens -- was an amazing event.

That's what I liked best about the dome. My favorite baseball team and favorite players played there. We all got older and replaced our childhood wonderment with grumbles and complaints. We beg.....




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SHIT! RUNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! RUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!



SAVE YOURSELVES!!!!!!!!!!



Hellllllllllllooooooooo! It's me again! The Kinetico Water System's girl!!!!! Watch ya doin? Can I play too? I have lots of Metrodome memories. Games six and seven of the '91 World Series, Santana's 17 Ks, stealing the souls of the cleansed...I could go on forever. :P

Hey, I built a fort in an abandoned slaughter house. Wanna see it? It's awesome. We could play hide-and-seek, tell secrets, rub animal blood on our faces. It's gunna be so fun, you guys! :)

Nobody? NOBODY!?!?! Fine. I just thought one last time before I'm gone we could hang out. So I guess this is goodbye. But remember, You may not see my face in the 7th inning anymore, but I'll be there. I'm always there. Watching.