By Tyler Savage
I'm afraid the Minnesota Twins have fallen for the oldest trick in the book. I have to be honest, I didn't even see it coming. Billionaire buys a baseball team for a lot of cash, wins two World Series, runs the team into the ground, returns the team to glory, threatens to contract the team, rebuilds the team, tricks Hennepin County into building him a multi-million dollar stadium, then destroys the team for maximum profit . Happens everyday. Don't cry for the Twins...think about the Dome Dogs, where the fuck are they going to go? What about the baggy? In 2010 it will be a damn billboard. All I have to say is I am taking one of the seats with me before they crash the wreaking ball on my childhood.
Sadly...the show must go on. Since the Twins didn't get to the World Series again...here is a little fictional blog that I wrote. The setting is game 7 of the World Series. The characters are the Three Beat Writers: me, Dave, and Scotty. We are naturally sitting in the seats above the baggy.
Game 7: Twins Vs. Montreal
(Batting Practice)
Dave: Man I can't believe the Expos are in the World Series against the Twins.
Me: I know, I can't believe Selig had the NLCS winner play the 2002 Expos team to see who got to play in the World Series this year.
Scotty: Man those Expos look good in their powder blue 70's uniforms.
Me: That's odd that they are wearing their old uniforms even though they are the 2002 team.
Dave: No it isn't, this is only a dream Savage...one beautiful dream.
(The three sit and eat Dome Dogs in normal-guy-baseball-silence, it's good silence, not awkward silence. Me and Dave fill in our score cards)
Dave: Man I'm glad Sam is not here.
Me: Crazy...I was just thinking that myself.
Scotty: Me too.
(time passes)
Scotty: First pitch...come on Johan
Me: This is going to be great
(The game progresses normally)
Dave: What do you think is the greatest baseball food?
Me: Peanuts.
Scotty: I gotta disagree, I think seeds are good.
Dave: what about the Cracker Jacks?
Me: I'm sick of Cracker Jacks.
Scotty: Why?
Me: They suck. It is a snack that should have been weeded out many years ago.
Dave: What the hell are you talking about?
Me: Question for you, when was the last time you ran into a gas station and bought a bag of Cracker Jacks for your car ride up to the Dome?
Scotty: Never...do they even sell Cracker Jacks at gas stations.
Dave: Some...they are harder to find then a Hardee's though.
Me: Exactly. This was early product placement at its finest. The only reason that Cracker Jacks are still around is because of
Take Me out to the Ballgame.Dave: Man...what's wrong with you Savage, what you got against Cracker Jacks?
Scotty: Yeah, it's game 7 and your bitchin about Cracker Jacks.
Me: Just wait till some company pays MLB 2 billion dollars to place their product into the song.
Dave: What The fuck are you talking about?
Me (singing): Buy me some peanuts and Citi Rewards Points....
Dave: I see your point, but what about peanuts?
Me: What about the peanuts?
Dave: isn't that they same thing?
Me: What..No, no. The peanuts are completely different. The song is not promoting a brand of nuts, just the nuts.
Scotty: I bet Mr. Peanut would love to get into the song.
Me: No shit, I bet he's tried.
Dave: Hey, here comes the 7th inning stretch.
Me: You can sing your corporate anthem if you'd like, I think I'll just sit this out.
Scotty: What about the Cubs?
Dave: Huh? What about the Cubs.
Scotty (singing): So it's root, root, root for the Cubies.
Me: Let em have their little fun. 1908 man, 1908.
(inning 22)
Dave: Wow. I can't believe the game is still going on.
Me: Ya, and everyone has left but us.
Scotty: I can't believe they have shut off the score board.
Me (raising my glass): Yes, and all the free beer we can drink.
Dave: I'm just glad I'm in the game! Try to hit this Savage!
(Dave is magically on the mound, and Lobs a large softball underhand to the plate to me)
(The ball is hit and it is hit hard. Naturally, the ball winces its eyes and begins to scream as it sails out of the stands. The ball's scream can be heard for miles, many in Hennipen County suffer severe hearing loss; the shock wave from the ball blows Dave over).
(The Star Wars theme plays over the speakers as I jog the bases. As I round first Terry Tower Hands me a beer in a small keg cup. I throw it over my head like a marathon runner cooling himself at mile 20).
Scotty: Hey...how did Terry get here?
Dave: It's a fuckin party...of course Terry would show up.
Terry: (makes unrecognizable mongrel noises, I hear something about shaving).
(As I jump on home plate I am mobbed by everyone and everyone is pounding on my head).
Dave: Everyone's here!
Scotty: But SAM!!
All Of the Mob: YEAH!!!!!
Me: Let's go to the locker room!
(We all run into the locker room and have a 22 and a half hour champagne fight to Bruce Springsteen's Glory Days song).
And they all lived happily ever after... but Sam.