When I was around 5 my grandpa took me to my first Major League Baseball game. It was 1986 and I didn't know it at the time, but the Minnesota Twins were a year away from winning their first World Series since 1924. I, on the other hand, didn't even know what the World Series was. I barely knew what baseball was. I don’t remember who won the game. Here’s what I do remember.
My grandpa took me to down town Minneapolis and we walked the few blocks to the stadium. It was the first time I can remember walking around in a big city, and I don’t think I looked any direction but up for the quarter mile or so between our parking spot and the Hurbert H. Humphrey Metrodome.
The thing about the Metrodome is that it has this amazing bait and switch trick it pulls on you. The entrance and the halls were this bland, colorless concrete. The concession stands were set back into the walls like uninviting lemonade stands. Tiny TV's mounted to the walls projected a grainy picture of the field. When filled with fans, the halls of the Metrodome felt claustrophobic while at the same time radiating the energy of everyone around.
As I was walking I would catch glimpses of light at the door ways. I remember arching my head to look into the stadium, only to have another wave of people block my view. I remember this sense of knowing that there was something amazing through that entry way, but it wasn’t until we got to our portal that I truly realized how magical the Metradome was. After that long, colorless journey through the hallway you step into this:
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I ate a hot dog. I sang take me out to the ball game, and “We’re going to win Twins”. My grandpa pointed out each player as they ran onto the field, and let me look through his binoculars at them. I watched Kirby Pucket play right field. I watched Frank Viola pitch. I mainly watched their faces. I remember them smiling a lot.
When we left, my grandpa insisted that we leave out a specific entrance, instead of the normal rotating doorways that everyone else was leaving through. We circled the building until we found one, normal hinged door. It was propped open, and there was a bit of a line to get out of it. As you stepped through the door, the air pressure from the dome (it was basically a big balloon) smacked you in the back and sent you on your way. I may be exaggerating a bit, as child hood memories oft are, but I seem to remember the wind lifting my off my feet and dropping me a few feet from the Metrodome, laughing uncontrollably.
I saw plenty of other Twin’s and Viking’s games with my Grandpa after that first trip, but I’ll never forget my first trip to The Metrodome. A few weeks ago the Metrodome was torn down. It was probably time. It was pretty worn down in 1986 when I first walked into its majesty. And while I am a bit torn about never being able to take my son through the gate and into the dome for his first time, I know that for the rest of my life I’ll still be able to close my eyes and see the green and blue light start small, get bigger and bigger, and finally open up in a way that makes me feel, for a moment, like I’m five years old, holding my grandpas huge hand, and trying to find my breath within the beauty.
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