Posted at 9:40 AM on May 17, 2005
by Ben Tesch
Suddenly the Bombers of the Bronx variety have won nine straight, and the Bombers of the South Side variety have lost three in a row. Is the law of averages coming into effect? Care to predict the win totals and where each team will be in their divisions by the break, or even the end of the year?
Posted at 10:31 AM on May 17, 2005
by Ben Tesch
Minnesota Twins stadium supporters narrowly turned back an attempt to force a citizen referendum on the sales tax increase that would pay for the downtown Minneapolis ballpark. (Read the article)
Posted at 1:59 PM on May 17, 2005
by David Zingler
As the new stadium bill slides through the legislative process, I thought this may be a good time to remind all of the new stadium haters out there just how terrible their beloved Metrodome really is.
Let’s start with the doorways – whether you are coming or going, it’s always a fiasco. First off, since the overly empowered ushers will only allow you to use the revolving doors, why are there twice as many standard doors? There’s nothing like being crammed into the hallway-like concourses (we’ll get to those later) at the end of game, while trying desperately to exit the so-called stadium and seeing a senior citizen with thick, black framed glasses and a glint of power in his eye, standing with his arms spread blocking the door ways thinking, “can’t use these doors,” with a smirk on his face. Apparently, fan friendly is not a term that has penetrated the Teflon roof. Of course, here in Minnesota we (well, most of us) are too nice to say anything. In New York or Chicago, they’d overrun the poor guy and charge out the door screaming.
I don’t mean to pick on my elders. I’m sure they are just following orders, but they do seem to enjoy it a little too much. It’s not like the Dome was designed with them in mind anyway. With minimal wheel chair seating, steep stairs in the upper deck and long stairways to the premium seats in the lower deck, the Dome is ill-suited for the elderly and physically challenged.
Back to the lovely concourses, which at most stadiums are airy and wide. Ideally you would saunter toward the concession stands, calmly perusing souvenir stands and people-watching – then stand in line for a little while, keep an eye on the game from a distance, get your hotdog and beer and casually amble back to your seat. In the Dome however, it’s a frantic dodge and weave down a narrow hallway and into a long line. Forget about watching the game, unless you are lucky enough to have one of the 19 inch Zeniths perched above select concession stands in your sights; they are no doubt the very same ones that showed Gary Gaetti fling the ball to Kent Hrbek for the final out of the 1987 World Series. Otherwise, you have some drab cinder blocks to stare at, which leaves you wondering, “Am I at a baseball game or in my grandma’s basement?” Oh, and watch out for that disgruntled food service worker pushing a supply cart down the hall like a maniac. Get in his way and you may lose a toe, or worse.
After you get your day old hotdog (especially on “dollar a dog” night), you get to return to your narrow, hard blue seat which has the perfect sightlines....for a football game.