Since starting in Atlanta, home teams are now 4-0 in games we’ve been to. Last night, in a back-and-forth game between the Twins and the Yankees, a Delmon Young RBI double in the 8th against Kyle Farnsworth gave the Twins the go-ahead run, in a 6-5 win.
Tough loss for the Yanks, and for Bruer, but a good game to watch nonetheless. The Metrodome is pretty comparable to the Skydome and Tropicana Field, but was better given that there were about 20,000 fans in the stands — not a ton, but more so than in Toronto and Tampa Bay.
Yesterday was a pretty dreary day in Minneapolis, but the perfect day for us since we watched a game indoors and spent the afternoon inside the Mall of America. None of us are big into malls, but we figured we had to go at least check it out.
It is without a doubt a huge mall, but a lot of the space is taken up in the middle by an amusement park. Nothing too crazy, but we did ride one of the rollercoasters — which was more fun than it looked — before sitting down for lunch. Sent Chris a text: “At the Mall of America, eating Panda Express, listening to Jimmy Buffet. This is a great country we live in.” Afterwards, we wandered.
Justin quenched his Orange Julius craving before we stumbled upon a mini-golf course (which I still refer to as putt putt, thank you) that we had to play. The score became irrelevant after the first seven or eight holes; we just had fun screwing around.
We walked the concourses a little bit more after the game before heading to a BBQ-joint called Famous Dave’s — which we had gone to in Chicago — for happy hour. All and all, it was quite the mall experience.
We left our car at the mall and took the 30-minute light rail to and from the Metrodome, getting back to our hotel just as the first overtime between the Red Wings and Penguins started — playoff hockey is the best. We went back down to the Outback for a few drinks, making friends with those around us at the bar.
Today’s agenda is decidedly less busy: slept in this morning, about to hit the road for what should be about a four-hour drive to — yes, no lie — Fargo, North Dakota. Completely unnecessary side-trip to see some minor-league baseball, but we added this diversion to our route because when else will any of us ever go to North Dakota?
No more Major League Baseball games until June 14th in Seattle. For the next week and a half, we will be winding across the country — and into Canada — seeing the best parks, monuments and fast food establishments the Great Plains, Rockies and Pacific Northwest have to offer.
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