Archive - Aug 31, 2010

Twin's game fun

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On a whim yesterday morning, I went on Priceline and got a hotel room in Minneapolis with the intention of seeing a Twins game or two. Lance had to work, so I am alone, but sometimes it is fun to go to a Twins game alone. It is a different experience.

On the walk over from the hotel, the weather looked a little surly to the east. I wondered if it would rain. 

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However, the sun soon broke through after I found my seat (which was way up in the upper deck in left field, nothing like the scalper had claimed, but a great seat nonetheless) and the reflection of the skyscrapers warmed up things a great deal. 

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Things warmed even more when I saw two familiar faces two rows in front of me, Jonas of Norway and Tatianna of Russia, friends of Lance from UND, a couple I met just last Saturday evening at a dinner party in Grand Forks. What are the chances? 

The seating was pretty permissive in the upper deck, so I moved down a couple of rows and spent the game visiting and acting like the resident baseball expert. 

All through the game, an older lady with her hair in a bun who sat right in front of us added commentary. She was a knowledgeable fan so I had to be on target with what I told my new friends.

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The seats didn't fill until the game was well underway. Darkness fell in a hurry. The Twins made four fielding misplays in the first two innings and looked well on their way to losing to Detroit. 

Then the Twins started a rally late in the game.

However, about the time they were knocking the ball around the park, I saw something crawling on the woman in front of me. It was some sort of animal, and it was attached to her neck. 

 

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The above picture was taken later. But I came very close to grabbing the thing by the tail and flinging it as far as I could to protect the woman from getting rabies from whatever it was. 

When I yelled and said I'll get it, she grabbed the animal and stuffed it down her shirt.

That is the reverse reaction I think you would get from most people in that situation. 

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "It's just a four-week-old flying squirrel. I had to bring him because he still needs feeding."

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Once things settled down, I asked the woman if she minded if I took some pictures. Nobody would believe me otherwise, I said. ("Oh sure, you ran into a woman at the Twins game who had a flying squirrel in her bra. Tell me more.")

She said it needed to sleep a while first, but she promised to bring the critter out before the end of the game, which she did. Eventually, the squirrel was passed around between many of the neighboring fans. 

"They make the greatest pets," the lady said. 

Sunflower in the Sandhills

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