5/4/10 at Target Field

I woke up in Cleveland at 5:15am with three hours of sleep. By the time I checked into my hotel in Minnesota, I was so tired that my eyes hurt. I should’ve taken a nap, especially considering that I was going to be on TV later that evening, but I was too excited about Target Field. To hell with sleep. I had to get over there and see it. This was my first look at it:

(Did you notice the HUGE Target logo on the walkway?)

I could tell from afar that the place was gorgeous, and once I got closer, I noticed that the Twins (unlike the Mets) did an amazing job of honoring their past. One of the first things I saw was a long, wall-like display featuring the team’s former stadiums:

Right nearby, there was a fence with pennant-shaped tributes to important players and executives in Twins history…

…and then I saw Gate 29:

That’s kind of a random number for a gate, right? Well, it was named after Hall of Famer Rod Carew, who wore uniform No. 29 for the Twins for 12 seasons. Target Field has five gates, all of which are named after Twins players who’ve had their numbers retired. Genius.

I walked clockwise around the outside of the stadium. Here’s the team store…

…and here are some of the many team-related banners:

Nice, huh?

FYI, there are service ramps behind those long wooden boards. If you look closely at them, you can see a door on the lower left that swings open.

Check out the view through Gate 14 (named after Kent Hrbek):

It was one o’clock. First pitch was scheduled for 7:10pm. That’s why there weren’t many people around.

This is what I saw when I walked past Gate 14 and turned the corner:

The fence on the left was lined with poster-sized replica Topps baseball cards of Twins players, past and present. Brilliant.

At the far end of the walkway, I passed a Light Rail station…

…and turned another corner:

Here’s another sneak peek inside the stadium through Gate 6 (named after Tony Oliva):

I felt very welcomed, indeed.

I kept walking. Here’s more of what I saw:

I passed some artwork (officially known as the “5th Street Panels at Target Field”) on the far end of the building:

This piece in particular is called “A History of Minnesota Baseball.”

I risked my life to take the following photo:

Okay, not really, but I *was* standing awfully close to the train tracks.

(Gate 3, which you can see in the photo above, is named after Harmon Killebrew. I later learned that on Opening Day, Killebrew stood just inside the gate and greeted fans as they entered. That’s how to run a major league organization.)

Here’s where it gets weird. I’d been walking around the stadium without any problems. Everything was beautiful and clean and simple. But when I passed Gate 3, this is what I saw:

What the–???

Where was I supposed to walk? Into the tunnel? Was it even possible to walk all the way around the outside of the stadium? I crossed the street on the left side and headed onto a narrow walkway. I had no idea where I was going. There were no signs. There was nothing but a pair of unmarked glass doors:

Just when I was was preparing to retrace my steps and head back toward Gate 3, two guys walked by and gave me directions. They said I had to enter the doors and walk through a long hallway and follow the signs and head upstairs…and…what? I was so confused, but they seemed convincing, so I did what they said.

This is what it looked like just inside the doors:

Was this a trick or a scam? Perhaps a hidden-camera TV show? Should I have been concerned for my safety?

I walked quite a ways down the hallway and eventually saw this:

What was the Target Plaza? Was that connected to Target Field? Ohmygod, what was going on? I hadn’t researched the stadium beforehand. I intentionally showed up knowing as little as possible so I could explore and discover things.

There were escalators at the far end of the hallway:

I headed up to the second level and saw this:

Uh…was I supposed to go up to the 3rd level?

It looked like there was a little sign on the door, so I walked over for a closer look. This is what it said:

Hooray! Thank you! Finally, there were clear directions that applied to what *I* hoped to find. Target Field, through the doors. Right?

Umm, not so fast…

This is what I saw when I opened the door:


I figured the sign had to be right, so I walked across the garage and encountered another set of doors. This is what I saw on the other side:


I walked past the Kirby Puckett statue. This is what was on the right:

Now we’re talking.

Gate 34…the right field gate…just behind the standing room area. I hurried over for a peek inside:

Oh yeah.

The giant “gold” glove was sitting nearby on the right:

Just how big is it? Here’s my backpack:

I still had a little more exploring to do, so I continued heading around the stadium:

Is that a slick design or what?

In the photo above, do you see the fan wearing red sleeves? More on him in a bit, but first, I have to show you even more Twins history that was on display. Check this out:

You know what those things on the fence are?

Twins rosters:

There was a roster from every single season since the franchise moved to Minneapolis.

Even the team store was exquisite:

Back outside, I walked right past Justin Verlander and two of his teammates:

One fan approached Verlander and asked for an autograph.

“Not today,” said the Tigers ace.

(Ballplayers are so friendly nowadays.)

Okay, remember the guy wearing red? His name is Greg Dryden, but he’s known simply as “Waldo.” He’s the No. 1 ballhawk in Minnesota. He used to sit in the front row in left-center at the Metrodome, and he always wore a helmet. That was his thing. I’d been hearing stories about him for years — some good, some bad. Everyone I knew who visited the Dome had something to say about the guy, and here he was. I knew it was him because the back of his jersey said “WALDO 13,” so I walked over and introduced myself, and as it turned out, he had heard lots of stories about me, too. Here we are:

I knew that we were only going to have a few minutes to chat, so I asked him the basic questions about how many baseballs he’d snagged over the years. He told me that he only kept count one season and ended up with 352. (He was a season ticket holder and attended all 81 of the Twins’ home games.) He said that was probably a typical season for him and that he’d been ballhawking regularly since 1999.

“So you’ve probably gotten over 3,000 balls?” I asked.

He shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess.”

“How many game home runs?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “probably 40 or 50…and I’ve gotten about 20 ground-rule doubles.”

Not too shabby.

At 2pm, two attractive women (who looked to be in their mid-20s) started walking right toward us. Waldo’s jaw literally dropped, and when they got closer, one of them asked me, “Are you Zack?”

“Catherine?” I asked.

She welcomed me to Minnesota and introduced me to her twin sister, Laura-Leigh. Then, as the three of us headed off together, I turned toward Waldo and shouted, “I’ll see you back here in an hour!” The look on his face was priceless.

The ladies led me to a nearby mall called Butler Square. Here’s the main entrance:

See the arrow in the photo above? There’s a restaurant in the mall called Smalley’s 87 Club:

That’s where we went. It’s named after former major league All-Star Roy Smalley, who played nine of his 13 seasons with the Twins. Now get this…

1) Roy Smalley just happens to be their father.

2) Roy Smalley is the president of Pitch In For Baseball.

3) Roy Smalley is a commentator on FSN North.

See where I’m going with this? In case you’re new to this blog, I’ve been raising money for the last two two seasons for Pitch In For Baseball — a charity that provides baseball equipment to needy kids all over the world. Roy was planning to interview me live on the Twins’ pre-game show about it, and he was at the restaurant. Here I am with him and his daughters:

(Catherine is on the left, just above my red-and-white Pitch In For Baseball cap, and by the way, I should mention that both plates of food were mine: chicken strips and a caesar salad. The food there is great.)

We all hung out for a couple hours, during which time Roy let me play with his 1987 World Series ring:

Here’s the ring with Roy in the background…

…and here are two close-up shots of it:

(His championship ring is slightly cooler than mine.)

My lack of sleep was killing me, but I was so happy that it didn’t even matter.

By the time I made it back to the Target Field Plaza (that’s the official name of the area outside Gate 34), there were quite a few people milling about:

At 5pm (half an hour before the stadium opened), look who showed up and found me:

It was my girlfriend, Jona.

As I’d mentioned the day before on Twitter, there was a chance that she wasn’t gonna be able to make it to Minnesota, but everything ended up working out, and here she was.

Remember the small crowd waiting outside the gate on 5/1/10 at Progressive Field? If not, click here to see what I’m talking about. Here’s the difference between Cleveland and Minneapolis. Ready? Take a deep breath and brace yourself:

Holy mother of GOD!!! And don’t forget that this was just one of five gates. My biggest gripe about the stadium is that it doesn’t open earlier. I think it’s a real slap in the face to the fans that they can’t even get inside early enough to watch the Twins take batting practice. Every team should open its stadium two and a half hours early. Not just for season ticket holders. Not just on weekends. Always. For everyone. Forever. And especially when it’s the first season of a new stadium and the crowds are extra large. Seriously, Twins: duh.

Shortly before the stadium opened, I learned that FSN’s cameras were going to be filming me from afar during BP. I wasn’t going to be miked up. They didn’t need any audio. They just wanted some B-roll footage that they could later use during my interview with Roy. Catherine (who helped set up the interview) told me to call the producer as soon as I ran into the stadium. She said I needed to let him know where I was so he’d be able to make sure that the cameras were following me — and if I ran to another section, I was supposed to give him another call.

You know what I did instead? I handed my phone to Jona, who offered to make the phone calls for me.

I was so stressed and tired, and at 5:30pm it was time to roll. I raced inside and peeked at the right field seats and quickly decided to head for the left field bleachers. Jona chased after me and called the producer.

“Where do I tell him we are?!” she shouted.

“Ohboy,” I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me, then yelled, “Tell him I’m running behind the batter’s eye!”

It was nuts, and yet Jona somehow managed to take photos while all of this was happening. Here I am in the bleachers:

The bleachers were awful. Too steep. Too crowded. Too many railings. Tucked underneath an overhang. And because of the flower bed down in front, there was absolutely no chance to use the glove trick:

If someone asked me to design a miserable section for catching home run balls, I probably would’ve come up with this. Oh…and the sun was in everyone’s eyes, too.

The bleachers got crowded pretty fast:

Things were NOT looking good.

At one point, I had a chance to catch a home run ball:

(In case you can’t tell, I’m wearing the dark blue jacket with a Tigers shirt.)

Here’s that same moment captured by an FSN camera:

Want to see how it ended?


Yeah, the short guy in the front row jumped up and caught the ball two feet in front of my glove. Then, five minutes, later, I got robbed once again by a guy who reached out and made a bare-handed grab as I was cutting through the second row:

The reason why I wasn’t looking at the ball is that I didn’t want to take a deflection in the face. That’s what happened to me on 4/22/08 at Champion Stadium, and it wasn’t pretty.

My overall assessment:

My friend Bob (aka “Big Glove Bob” in the comments section) made an appearance in the bleachers:

He had kindly picked me up at the airport that morning, and he’d given me lots of tips on Target Field and Minneapolis in the previous weeks. It was great hanging out with him — this was the first day that we had ever met in person — and I foolishly neglected to get a photo with him. (Random coincidence: he was interviewed on TV that day, too.)

I was getting desperate. I still didn’t have a ball. I was worried about my streak. And I was embarrassed to be putting on such a lousy ballhawking display for the cameras, which were evidently capturing my every move.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally got Tigers reliever Brad Thomas to throw me a ball. He was in left-center field. I was standing near the slanted railing next to the bullpens. His throw fell short. I nearly had a panic attack. I reached way out — full extension — and caught the ball in the tip of my glove. It was a true snow-cone. Here’s an FSN screen shot…

…and here I am pointing at Thomas as if to say, “You’re the man. Thank you.”

I was so relieved at that point. My streak was alive, and I had snagged a ball in my 47th different major league stadium. Here I am with the ball:

I wasn’t sure what type of balls the Tigers were going to be using during BP; in 2008 they used Pacific Coast League balls and in 2009 they used International League balls. As you can see in the photo above, the ball that Thomas threw me was an official major league ball, but check out the logo:

The Tigers had marked it. Many other teams have done the same thing over the years, but never on the logo itself.

My phone rang. Jona handed it to me. I answered it. It was Roy. He asked me to swing by the FSN set down the left field line, and since BP was such a colossal waste of time, I didn’t mind sacrificing a few minutes of it to go check in with him:

He asked me to be back there by 6:25pm. The pre-game show was going to start at 6:30. I was going to be interviewed during the second segment, and I needed to get miked up…so for the time being, I was free to run around a bit more and try to snag a few additional baseballs. Unfortunately, there weren’t any more to be snagged — at least not during BP. The bleachers were dead, and when I ran over to the Tigers’ dugout at the end of BP, I didn’t get anything there. The look on my face tells the whole story:

I had snagged ONE pathetic baseball during batting practice. I was sweaty and exhausted…

…and I wanted to go back to Cleveland.

It was time to head over to the FSN set, so I cut through the seats with Jona. I stopped along the way to photograph a fugitive hot dog:

Here’s what it looked like from my perspective:

Remember the random sausage I photographed on 4/27/09 at Miller Park? Yeah, I don’t know what to say. It’s just one of those things that needs to be documented.

I made it to the FSN area as Roy and his fellow commentators were finishing up the first segment:

He and I caught up for a moment during the commercial break…

…and headed into the left field bleachers:

(Roy is adjusting his ear piece in the photo above, and if you look closely, you can see The Ring on his right hand.)

See those two women sitting behind us? When we walked into the bleachers, the blonde one said to Roy, “You look like you’re famous.”

“Umm, that’s because he IS famous,” I said.

“Oh,” she said, half-excited and half-embarrassed, “should I know your name?”

I turned toward Roy and said, “Would you like me to to be your spokesperson?”

“Smalley,” he said to the women. “I used to play for the Twins.”

The women were like, “Smalley…Smalley…oh! Yeah!” but they had no idea who he was.

The interview itself went pretty well…I think. Here’s a photo that Jona took while it was in progress:

We were being filmed by the camera behind home plate in the upper deck.

The interview flew by — they always do — but I got to talk about Pitch In For Baseball. That was the most important thing, and I ended up getting a few new pledges as a result.

I still have yet to see the interview itself, but I did manage to get a screen shot. Here’s what it looked like to the folks watching on TV, and for the record, I did NOT write the text that appeared below my name:

The interview ended just in time for me to make it down to the front row along the left field foul line for pre-game throwing:

I ended up getting a ball from Scott Sizemore, and then less than 60 seconds later, because there wasn’t anyone else competing with me, I got another from Adam Everett. That made me feel a little better, but of course the FSN cameras weren’t on me anymore, so as far as the general public in Minnesota was concerned, I was just some random putz who happened to catch ONE ball during batting practice and then talked about some charity thing.

I spent most of the game in the standing room area down the right field line. Here’s that section from above. The red “X” marks the spot where I was standing:

Here’s what my view from that spot looked like:

Yeah, it was rainy and nasty and cold — about what I expected.

Here’s a photo from the back of the standing room area, with my back against the inside of Gate 34:

(I can’t explain that random box, so don’t ask.)

Waldo was on the outside looking in:

He’s “protesting” Twins management because he feels he got screwed over on his season tickets. Long story. Go to Target Field and ask him about it. But anyway, as part of his protest, he’s refusing to enter Target Field this year. He also wants to catch the first home run that either flies or (more likely) bounces out of Target Field, so in that sense, his spot just outside Gate 34 is actually ideal. Personally, I would go crazy if I had to spend even one game outside a stadium with such slim odds at snagging a homer, but he seems content (relatively speaking) out there, and he doesn’t seem to be hurting anyone, so I say hey, why not?

Jona and I sat in a few different places throughout the game. Here’s one…

…and here’s another:

I thought it was going to be really tough to move around, but a) there were empty seats to be found and b) the ushers were really laid-back.

After the bottom of the 8th inning, I got Miguel Cabrera to throw me a ball as he jogged off the field:

Although it had a commemorative Target Field logo, I knew it wasn’t the actual third-out ball that’d been used in the game because it was kinda beat up.

In the photo above, do you see the kid on my right, reaching up with both hands? It was a girl who was probably about 10 years old. Even though she didn’t have a glove, I just felt that giving her a ball was the right thing to do, so I pulled out a regular/non-marked/non-commemorative ball from my backpack and handed it over. I ended up sitting next to her and her father for the last half-inning, and they thanked me about a dozen times.

The Twins won the game, 4-3, on a run-scoring wild pitch in the bottom of the ninth. That made a winner of starter Nick Blackburn, who went the distance. It also meant that I notched a rare “tie” in the Ballhawk Winning Percentage category. My record moved to 4.5 wins and 1.5 losses, so my percentage is .750, second only to the Rays, who lead all of baseball with a .759 mark.

Jona was freezing her you-know-what off, but I was not in any rush to leave. (Sorry, baby.) I took more photos of basically everything around me, including the beautiful MLB logo atop the visitors’ dugout:

And then I had to stick around and watch the FSN crew do their on-field analysis of the game-ending wild pitch:

1 = Tim Laudner

2 = Bert Blyleven

3 = Roy Smalley

Very cool to see former players using the field itself as a teaching instrument. That’s how it should be.


• 4 balls at this game (3 pictured on the right because I gave one away; the middle ball has an insert which shows the sweet spot)

• 66 balls in 6 games this season = 11 balls per game.

• 635 consecutive games with at least one ball

• 186 consecutive games outside of New York with at least one ball

• 47 different major league stadiums with at least one ball

• 4,424 total balls


• 29 donors

• $3.85 pledged per ball (if you add up all the pledges)

• $15.40 raised at this game

• $254.10 raised this season for Pitch In For Baseball

One last thing…

I just discovered that someone with Minnesota Public Radio wrote a short article about me — and about this actual blog entry. Here’s the link to it, and here’s a screen shot of the piece:


  1. padreleigh

    Hey Zack….

    Hey, you got on the board. It was a new stadium. I’m sure your total will be better for the second game. Interesting about that Waldo guy? Kind of a weird protest. Who does that? Oh yeah, Waldo does. I agree about the LF bleachers. They don’t look too good for snagging homers at all. Looking forward to the next post as always.


  2. wlarusso

    Hey Zack,
    Target Field looks amazing. I live in NJ and I totally agree with the Mets lack of team history in and around the stadium. When it comes to snagging, this isn’t a great stadium. Clearly it sucks that you can only get in an hour and a half before game time. And the fact that its packed makes it worse. Good luck during the rest of your trip.

  3. pgasperlin@elcabop.org

    Hey Zack. Pete here. I hung out with you on Thursday. I’m the dude that took Jona up to the Metropolitan Club so she could get out of the cold rain.

    Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for this outstanding blog and tour of our new ballpark. Very fun read, the photos were outstanding but also loved your humor…the detour after Gate 3 through the parking garage and the picture of the lone weiner. Great stuff!

    See you next week in Atlanta!!!

  4. bigglovebob

    Z-Man, nice job with the first Target Field entry. For those wondering about the Waldo story, here is the Cliff Notes version.
    Waldo basically lived at the dome. No matter how early you got there, he was there. He would run in first and get any Easter Eggs that could be had. He was a good ballhawk too and a lot of the players liked him and would give him balls and other game gear. He would then wait around long after the game and talk with the players and get autographs as they headed to their cars. A few players actually befriended him. He was there at the dome through thick and thin, even when the Twins were awful, he was there every game.
    He name Waldo actually came from Bert Byleven’s wife. She saw him on so many telecasts, she said that finding him in the crowd shots was like looking at a “Where’s Waldo?” picture. So, she had the jersey made and Bert delievered it to him.
    Waldo did get banned from the dome for a time. Minnesota is a touchy-feely liberal state (I am not by a long shot) and so were some of the outfield ushers.
    They HATED seeing Waldo getting so many balls and would scour the seats before the gates opened to get all the Easter Eggs. I asked an usher once why they did this and he flat out told me it was to deny Waldo more balls “since he had enough”.
    I even felt the sting from the ushers as a laid back ballhawk. A fat female usher actually raced to beat me to a ball that was hit in BP when the stadium was open!
    The ushers just thought everything should be peaches and cream with only the little kids getting balls.
    Waldo’s intense style was too much for them and they had him banned for a time for being too agressive about getting balls. They said they didn’t like his “brand of going after baseballs” That was B.S. from what I could tell. He was no Jake Frazier. He was intense, but I never saw him knocking people over.
    Last year, with 5 games left, Waldo had his tickets and other items stolen. He let the Twins know and for some reason they didn’t replace his ticket. The guy had sat in the same seat forever and everyone knows it is his seat and they would not replace his tickets. So, some other kind fans let him have cheap, general admission tickets to the final few games. Waldo would then go in and go down to his seat (the one his stolen season tickets were for) and the ushers would come over and ask him to see his ticket knowing good and well that the ticket had been stolen. They would then kick him out and tell him to sit in his assigned seat in the upper deck. How low brow is that? The guy had supported the team by coming to every game, even when we sucked, and this is how they eff him over?
    So, due to his treatment at the hands of the organization last year he is doing his version of a boycott this year.

    Big Glove Bob

  5. goisles

    Outstanding picture tour! Thanks. Did you have a ticket for the moat or is it accessible to common folk?

  6. bigglovebob

    The moat is accessible up until BP ends, then they start shagging people out of there that don’t have tickets. The only seats that are off limits are the high back seats in the Champions Club. That is only 400 seats and since they are behind the screen anyway it is a non factor.
    Big Glove Bob

  7. bigappleblogger

    Wow. The place looks beautiful. Cold… but beautiful. When they raise enough, the twins will throw a big roof over the place because they’re sick of freezing their ***** off.

  8. stock350


    I wanted to share a bit of insight with you. Recently when I was at Kauffman Stadium I had a long conversation with one of the security guards at the front gate prior to game time. Leroy is his name. Hes a very nice guy too.


    There is the link to the blog if you have any interest in reading. Anyway, we discussed why the gates open certain times on some days, and other times on other days. As you know Fri-Sun draw the biggest crowds. Also, if the team is in first place, last place or at .500 that also makes a HUGE difference in the crowd. When is the last time the team made a playoff appearance? When is the last time the team won the World Series? How popular is baseball in the surrounding areas? All these denominators play a big factor is when the gates open. If the team like the Kansas City Royals average 15 thousand fans a game ( probably less ) they wont open the gates two hours prior to game time because they dont want to pay the help for 15 fans that probably wont buy anything anyway. The stadium starts to fill up one hour and thirty minutes prior to game time. Or thats the maximum amount of fans the earliest before the game. Its all about paying the help to accomdate the fans. Now. I know your argument. What about Target Field? Its a brand new stadium, and it probably fills up quick. Well, Zack. Lol. I dont know the answer to that.

    But I agree with you. MLB should impliment a rule that gates should open two hours before game time no matter what every game. Its silly not to. Its about the fans wanting to watch batting practice. Not stand outside the stadium waiting while the home team knocks baseballs around. Anyway. Maybe your article will reach Bud Selig or something. Im looking into ways to contact him myself to get this overturned.

    Your next games are at Turner Field? That should be really fun. If you havent been there its a beautiful stadium.

    Much respect,


  9. zackhample

    Well, you were right about my total improving after the first day.

    Actually, I did. I just didn’t post it in this entry.

    Yeah, the 90-minute rule is really a killer.

    Yer welcome, pal.

    Thanks again for looking out for Jona, and I’m glad you enjoyed this entry. Great seeing you in Atlanta, too, and hey, thanks for that unintentional assist down by the LF wall.

    Wow. Thanks so much for sharing all the inside info on Waldo.

    Looks like you already got an answer.


    Okay, THAT’S freaky.

    Excellent points about gate opening times. Thanks. It’s hard to argue against the small-market teams, I suppose, but you know…Progressive Field has no one there, and it still opens two and a half hours early, so I don’t get it.


  10. hooksfan

    Zack, an excellent story on your visit to Target Field. The last time that I saw the Minnesota Twins was when they played at the Metropolitan Stadium. I never got the change to see them when they played in the Metrodome…that’s pretty sad considering I lived there for 18 years. I do agree with you on opening the parks earlier. Our minor league park doesn’t opens up till one hour and thirty minutes prior to game time. So you don’t get to see the home team doing batting practice and it’s hit and miss if the visiting team has already done theirs when the gates open up. Last year I won a father and son day at the park…that was the only time that I got to see our team’s batting practice and we got to see it on the field. We got autographs from every players on the bats which were given to us and after the team went back to the locker room we got some time in the cage. We both had a great time and the our team won too.


  11. zackhample

    You never went to the Metrodome?! Oh, man. Sorry you missed it, but Target Field is 1,000 times better. That father-and-son day sounds amazing.

  12. GordieDougie

    Big Glove Bob, I was at a Blue Jays game, and in their Bloopers around the MLB feature on the video board, and I saw you at Target, I think. Haters gonna hate!

  13. Alec

    Target field is a nice park for the average fan who goes to watch and enjoy a baseball game, but the place is Sh!t for anyone who wants to shag balls or get autographs. Not to mention the Twins are a terrible organization, when it comes to signing and being fan friendly. What they did to Waldo was big news up here, but they didn’t give a care in the world, of course. It was a BS move, too, by the organization. The Pohlads are terrible owners who only care about making money, not the fans or winning. I no longer cheer for the Twins, since I realized this when I was about 13. They will not build a roof, ever. Anyone who thinks that is dumb. It rarely gets colder than the 60’s here during the season and that is only the 1st month and a half, if even. Typical people believing sterotypes. Plus they don’t have to worry about playing into october ever (which it’s still mild here). Haha

  14. paaoool123

    I also just realized that i distinctly remember this game!
    I watched it from the E.R. after getting hit on the lip with a baseball that took a terrible unexpected bad hop. It was bad because i had to miss 2 games after that. I remember watching J.J. Hardy get the “walk off wild pitch” from the waiting room.

  15. Freddie

    Yea….The Waldo thing has 2 stories. Just like most things in life. I’ve sat next to him at games multiple times, and to say the least.You get a sense of his behavior rather quickly. Since he got to be somewhat of a figure. There wasn’t room for much slack. Tickets stolen, can’t afford to get in. It adds up.

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