Wednesday, 10 of March of 2010

News

From ESPN: Joe Nathan might be out for Year?

Minnesota Twins reliever Joe Nathan has been diagnosed with a torn ligament in his right elbow!

This might sound depressing, but that is huge hole for the Twins as they start what is supposed to be a World Series type year. But I actually think this means a great opportunity for Loek Van Mil- who certainly could eventually become the teams closer “SOMEDAY!”

The canidates to fill the role are on the roster righ now:

Matt Guerrier, Jon Rauch, Jose Mijares, and maybe even Pat Neshek? Who do you think will take the spot?


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The Typical Twins Spring Training & Trace Adkins Swing for Kids

They play really cool pre-game music at Hammond Stadium for Spring Training. I know, because every game I attend, I am one of the first 20 or so fans that find their way to their seat 2.5 hours before the first pitch.

I can’t control myself. I am just one of those people at always has to be at the yard first. It’s hard to explain this to my wife, or any other person who is sane in normal, but I am a baseball freak. I am at that guy.

That being said, I love the whole transition of Spring Training games in Florida. It starts out when you roll up to the stadium, pay $5 for parking, and then get directed by some half asleep retiree wearing a Twins hat and orange jacket (presumably so know one hits him, and wakes him up) to a parking spot right next to the Twins pre-game BP Field.

Then you get out of your rental car, and find yourself parked next to the Mauer Family Reunion who are tailgating like it’s an NFC Championship Game at the old Met. (Note: I am not 100% sure it was the actual Mauers, but with several Joe look alikes, many wearing Mauer Chevrolet t-shirts, it was more than likely).

The first thing one normally does after that is head over to the pre-game BP and watch the boys launch a few bombs. The crowd ooo’s and ahh’s, and then it’s time to head in to watch the ground crew paint the field with chalk. Of course before you take your seat in the empty stadium you just have to stop by the beer stand at the top of the main entrance and buy a cold one, a bag of Cajun peanuts, and $5 Spring Training 2010 program.


Thome watches one go by


Resist the temptation to go green- by that I mean, don’t go buy another green TC hat or t-shirt to commemorate spring training’s National St. Patty’s Day Holiday; that is unless you don’t already have 2 or 3 at home from previous treks. The green themed stuff is cool and all that, but it’s very seasonal, and will make you crave the McDonalds Shamrock shake.

Once in your seat, you will see the away team wrapping up their BP. If you are as addicted as I am to baseball, the only soundtrack you will need is the crack of the bats and hoots and hollers of the opposition as they jog off the field and head into their dugout.

Then you wait. And wait, and drink your beer while reading the program cover to cover. Before long, you will see the kids start to gather at both dugouts, waiting for that BIG autograph from one of the legends of the fall. Occasionally, you will get to see some 10 year old toss down a ball to a guy like David Ortiz, who signs it, and tosses it back up to the kid, but that is a rarity for pre-game.

The old folks start waddling in, and sweet smells of nursings homes and coconut sun tan lotion start emitting into the air. The bellers of “COLD BEER HERE!! GET YOUR FIRST COLD BEER RIGHT HERE” start, and before you know it, the seats start to fill in. The families start showing up, the new jerseys mix in with the classics; Killebrew #3, Puckett #34, Thome #25, Mauer #7….

Spring break college kids start buying the beers from the vendors, and many laughs and conversations in the stands start to tell the story that beaseball 2010 is beginning for real. The game is putting on it’s face for the season.

The Public Address Announcer starts to welcome people to the season, with local commercials, and pertinent upcoming in game events. Then the best part of a Spring Season game takes place as the music queues up at a super loud volume, and the players from both sides start their “official” pre game warm-ups.

The first song at Twins Spring Training is always the best; John Fogerty’s “Centerfield,” Taj Mahal’s “I’m Ready” from the popular Twins related movie “Little Big League” and then the deep voice of country music recording artist, Trace Adkins,

“Take me out to the Ballgame!” Guitar Riff, then “Hey Batter, Batter, Batter, Hey Batter, Battter… SWING!”

I just love that song at Spring Training! The players are now tossing the balls and the wind sprints are all taking place at full speed. People are having fun in the stands, and reunions in the parking lots are now spilling into the stadiums. The kids are asking their elders questions about the game; relevant questions like “Daddy, Jim Thome is the a Designated Hitter today, why is he not the PINCH hitter like you said he would be for the Twins this year?”

“Well, buddy, it’s beause he is starting this game to get some practice in a real game situation, so he can pinch hit this season. But, it looks like he will also get to start as the Designated Hitter in some games too.”

“Oh, why does baseball have a Designated Hitter?”

And so it goes. Baseball’s age old questions, marking time, passing the torch to a new generation of Twins fans, under the sky’s in Florida, every season, every year. The beat goes on.


2007 Spring Training Twins vs Orioles

These are clips from a 2007 Spring Training game between the Minnesota Twins and Baltimore Orioles. I remember that one of the base coaches for the O’s was flirting with a rather large woman fan from the dugout. It was kind of surreal.  Spring Training allows for fans to witness the not so pure sides of baseball sometimes. Hee hee.


Twins lose Spring Opener on Frozen Tundra of Fort Myers

Red Sox Bloggers from NESN make live comments as the Twins lose 2-1 at the City of Palms Park. It looks like Mauer and Morneau sat this one out, so they could be ready for tomorrow afternoon’s game at Hammond Stadium.

I have ran into several Red Sox fans, and they are all very vocal about the crappy park where their Sox hold Spring Training.  To a person, they all say that they like coming over to Hammond Stadium to watch the Twins because the tickets are easier to get. Go figure.

C’mon Twins fans, get down to Fort Myers and blog like crazy would ya?


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Autograph “Ho’s” or Kids: Twins Decide who Gets the Signatures

Call it a dry run for cold weather best practices at Target Field. If you love family time and temperatures for fall playoff baseball, today was the day to be in Fort Myers Florida for some Twins Spring Training.

It was too chilly for the beach, so the wife, and I decided to bundle up the kids and head down to see what Spring Training would be like on a non-game day. We had never just dropped by Hammond Stadium to watch the Twins practice, so the entire morning was completely new to us.

We drove into the Stadium Parking lot at 9:15 a.m. and sensing that I was a kid at Christmas, just waiting to tear into my presents, my wife told me to,

“Get out, and go see what’s going on!”

I thanked her profusely, and literally half-jogged to the practice fields with my camera bag hanging around my neck. Within minutes, I was standing at the top of the bleachers snapping pictures of Orlando Hudson and Jim Thome as they were warming up with a herd of Minnesota Twins in right field.

The first of many real baseball legends I spotted was Tom Kelly, manager of the 87 & 91 World Champion Twins. As he walked to the field, bat in hand, he was whorded by fans with duffle bags full of memorabilia, and huge 3 ring notebooks. He stopped to sign some autographs for the fans.

T.K. was clearly wise to the tactics of “for profit” autograph seekers. He called out these autograph whorders (aka “Ho’s” ) who work all of Spring Training to get free signatures on items that they can potentially sell.

“How many of these have I signed for you now?” He said to one of the many adults with the full arsenal of cards, “I remember you from yesteday, and the day before, and the day before. I won’t see you again after this one now, will I? Will I?”

“No sir.”

“Good, the autographs are for the kids anyway, T.K. commented, tongue in cheek. I was happy to see the best manager in team history busting chops to these “squatters” in the same manner that he treated the media back in the day. Like I said, T.K. is a wise old baseball guru.

A few minutes later, I heard the familiar shout of “DADDY!” coming from my 5-year old boy as he came running to find me.

“Daddy, I am here,” he announced, with a big smile, and eagerness to see what this was all about. His mommy and baby sister were strolling close behind.

We hung out for a few minutes, listening to the players banter about and warm up, while Hall of Fame talent like Rod Carew, Tony Oliva, Paul Molitor showed up on the field to join the current Twins coaching staff for pre-season tutoring of the current roster.

I snapped some more pictures. A few moments later, I was summoned by another familiar voice,

“Mookie! What’s up man?”

I turned around to see my old softball teammate Mike “Big Hurt” Eckert, strollin up with his family,

“Go figure, of all the places I would see you, it would have to be at Twins Spring Training!”

We joked around a bit, laughing at the irony as we both work for the same company, back in Eagan, MN, and never knew we would have the same Twins preseason vacation schedules.

“I don’t care how cold it is in Florida, it’s still a great day for baseball!” he commented to his son, as we walked toward the infield drills field.

Twins Announcer, Dick Bremer walked by wearing a Hawaiian shirt and white pants, shivering with a hot coffee in his hand.

“That’s awesome,” I joked to Hurt, “I am sure he is wearing that for the cameras, just in case he is interviewed by one of the Minnesota TV stations, to give the impression that it is warmer here in Florida.”

Jon RauchAwhile later, my kid and I walked down to the far end of the facility to watch the Twins pitchers warm-up. We retrived a wild ball intended for the glove of Jon Rauch, and tossed it back to him,

“Thanks man,” he said

“You bet,” I replied, in my best “How to Speak Minnesotan” accent.

The morning flew by, and after 2 1/2 hours of ground balls, 2 cups of coffee, and watching scrimmages, it was time for my kid to try his hand at getting some autographs as the players finished up there days with more wind sprints.

Of course, my little one was the proud recipient of not one, but two “REAL” baseballs given to him by Twins players during the day. What can I say, he looked cute in his Twins gear, and isn’t shy about asking the players what they are doing as they are practicing. Something about him makes the players give away things at Spring Training. Of course, this is the norm for most players to little kids during this time of year, and I am very pleased that this aspect of baseball stays as “non-corporate” as possible. The bizzare thing to me, as how much this changes, once teams head north. I mean the rites of Spring and baseball are still sacred, and attending these types of events have always been a better way of connnecting fans to players, and players to fans. It really reminds me of post-game activites in little league, you know, the part where the parent brings juice boxes and crispy bars to pass out to the rest of the kids? It’s informal, but pure. It’s the premise of the game itself, and I am a big fan of that.

Well, we took my kid and his baseballs to the walkway where the players were exiting to the clubhouse at Hammond Stadium. The first player to walk through during our 20 minute wait there was Drew Butera. My kid got his autograph, and I told him the story of how Sal Butera, Drew’s dad, was one the first autographs that I ever got at Met Stadium. Talk about a Father’s Day moment.

Later on, Anthony Swarzak was working his way down “autograph ally.” I told my kid to tell him “great game last year against the Cubs” (That was Swarzak’s best professional outing, a 1-0 win at Wrigley Field.) When the Twins pitcher took the Sharpie and ball from my son barely mumbled the words out of his mouth. It was not audible for Swarzak, who smiled and asked,

“What’s that again little buddy?” This time my boy spoke louder,

“My daddy said to say ‘Great Game last year against the Cubs!”

Swarzak smiled big, and said with an authentic tone of genuinity,

“Well Thank you! Thank you very much!”

I think players like to know their work is appreciated by fans when it is genuine feedback.

One by one, more Twins players walked through the line. My kid had an easy time getting autogrpahs from Jesse Crain, Nick Blackburn, Alex Burnett, and Glenn Perkins. Each time, he would say “Thank You” to the players, and each time the player would give him that really cool “atta boy, appreciative smile.”

I think we could have even gotten a Tom Kelly autograph, and rare T.K. smile if we would have stayed long enough.


Minnesota Twins- TC Bear Dancing

The 1991 “Win Twins- Rally to the Top” song is featured in this homemade video. Okay, I was practicing my flash skills, and they were very basic when I made this way back in 2008, but it’s the thought that counts. In this video tribute, you will see pictures of old Metropolitan Stadium.


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The Spring Training Experience 2008

As I am in Fort Myers, FL waiting for the Twins Red Sox this Friday afternoon, I thought I’d post a quick little video to wet your appetite.  This is what the Spring Training experience is all about; A Friday afternoon, a break from the cold and snow, and a seat right behind the “dish.”  Oh, and don’t forget that nice “cold beer” in your hand to top it all off.  Coming soon, pictures of the Twins 2010!!!


The Night a Yankee Fan in a Wheelchair stole 3rd Base at the Dome

What can I say? I am at Spring training, in Fort Myers, Florida, and I am supposed to be enjoying that first week of Twins baseball, but I can’t. Damn Yankees!!!!

Let me explain. I just learned that an old friend of mine, William “Billy” Marano, passed away in his sleep earlier this week. I am saddened because he was my friend, and one of the greatest Yankee fans of All-Time.

Billy was New York through and through. I worked with him for several years, coding websites, and taking many long breaks in the “hut” at our facility in Eagan, MN. He was the Bronx in Minnesota. Billy would often tell me stories of walking on steel beams on the largest buildings in the Big Apple. He worked in construction for many years before he moved to the tundra, and lost the ability to walk.

“That God Damn Snowmobile Mookie!” I heard him curse several times, re-telling the story of how he became paralyzed in a snowmobile accident. “I wish I would have never bought that thing. The sales man said it could top out at 100 MPH, and I just had to find out if it was true.”

Billy was paralyzed from the waist down. He lost his legs, but his Pride of the Yankees and thick Bronx accent walked tall. We watched lots of baseball games together, including one unforgettable night at the Metrodome back on April 19, 2003.

The game itself was unexciting, with the Twins losing 4-2, in front of sold out Metrodome, but the event was unforgettable because I went with Billy. We sat in the wheelchair access seats, right down the first base line directly above the Yankees bullpen. I remember how infuriated Billy was when one of the Yankees refused to sign an autograph for him during the game. That Yankee was pitcher Chris Hammond, who politely told Mr. Marano, “I can’t, I am about to warm up to go into the game.” That was an unjustifiable excuse for my Bronx Buddy

“Hammond, you Mutt!” He yelled, sounding like a Soprano, “I don’t thinke Mr. Steinbrenner would appreciate that too Much! What kind of bum, treats a handicapped fan like that? I pay all this money to come watch you play and all I get is a frickin NO for a god damn autograph? You are NOT a real Yankee”

Billy rode him pretty hard from that front row seat. Warm up, pitch after warm up pitch, he would stay on the poor pitcher using harsh language and guilt to goad him on. I kept thinking to myself, “Man, Yankees fans are tough on their own players, I’d hate to be a player on another team in the Bronx.”

As Hammond finished up his pitches, he stopped and looked at Billy, tossed him the ball, an then trotted into the game. I thought that was pretty cool of him, all things considered, but Billy got one last shot in as he jogged into a very tight 4-2 game, in the ninth
inning.

“There’s no autograph on this stinking ball HAMMOND! Joe Torre is going to be hearing about this from William Marano, a REAL Yankee fan!!!”

As Hammond struck out A.J. Pierzynski to start the inning, Billy chuckled, and mumbled,

“Fricking, Hammond thinks he can buy me off with a piece of crap baseball?”

I couldn’t believe how crass this Yankees fan was. He got a ball, and wasn’t happy, but then confessed,

“Ya see, I gotta ball, what did you get? You gotta understand, Mook, a Yankees fans always gets the best! Best team, best manager, best players!”

After the game, Billy wasn’t done. As we exited the Metrodome, we wheeled ourselves throught the right field garage, toward the Twins batting cage. There laying on the ground were three bases that had been pulled from the game in the 6th Inning.

“Hey Mookie, why don’t you go hit the elevator button, I’ll be right there after you in a second,” Billy suggested.

I obliged. A few minutes later, we were riding up the elevator, and Billy started laughing uncontrollably in that deep thick New York accent.

“What is it?” I asked

“SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He laughed, “Shhh, get goin, get goin. Hurry up, while we’re young!”

His behavior was odd, but I was about to find out why. As we sped outside into a rainy Minnesota night, Billy stopped in his chair, lifted up his jacket, and and revealed 3rd base to me.

“What the hell?” I asked, feeling immediate guilt as an unknowing accomplice.

“Dude, haven’t you ever heard the story of the night that a cripple stole 3rd base at the Metrodome?”

“No”

“Of course not, because it just happened! you putz!”

Sure enough, that was the night that Billy actually took 3rd base from the dome. There it was, under his raincoat, hidden. I had to laugh, and as I write this, I have to admit that I really admired the kahunas that my buddy, showed on that night.

That’s the type of guy Billy was, and will always be to me. A Yankees fan, one of millions, but one who had a unique story that no other in the history of the game could ever tell. In his own way, this man on wheels, left his mark on Major League baseball by taking something that wasn’t really his, but owning it like the Yankees own 27 World Championships.

That is the Yankee way; that was Marano’s creed.

I will miss you Billy! I will never forget you, and baseball should put you in there Hall of Fame for doing something that Rickey Henderson could NEVER do! Rest in Peace my friend.


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Twins Spring Training 2009: Hammond Stadium Jam

From last years trip to Spring Training; some pictures in a unique slide show presentation. I will post many new pictures from this years trip very soon.


SUV’s Sunk into Canals; Spring is Sox, Rays and Yankees Territory

One of things that always sort of bugs me when we are in Fort Myers is seeing very little (if any)  Twins merchandise on the shelves at the local stores.  Yesterday this oddity came to life with a bullet.

As you may know, it is cold in Florida.  Morning temps are in the 40’s, and the evening is as cool as softball fall leagues. This hot chocolate and Scnapps weather; the only thing missing is a snow bank and outdoor ice.  That being said, I left my sweats in Minneapolis, so off to Dicks Sporting Goods we went yesterday morning.

I was lucky to find a nice pair of thick Nike’s in my size, and amazed at how fast I was able to procure them, so I thought I would go check out the local apparel section within Dicks and see if there was a Florida Gators hoodie  or something Seminole/Hurricane that I could bring back home with it.

As I walked to the rear section of the store, I was mildly shocked to see the shelves littered with Yankees, Red Sox, and Rays baseball gear. In the football area, there was some Tebow jerseys along with some anonymous Buccaneer, Jaguar and Dolphin players.  (Does David Gerrard play the Bucs now? There were like 50 jerseys on the clearance all donning his name.)

Much to my surprise, I saw just one  Brett Favre purple 4 jersey, and not any other piece of merchandise even remotely connected to the Twins, Vikings or State of Hockey.

“What’s up with the Twins discrimination in this store?” I asked the clerk at the checkout counter.

“It’s a regional thing,” she answered snarkily, “We only carry teams that are in our region.”

“Yankees, Red Sox? I didn’t know they played for Florida.” I replied.

“Well, they do Spring Training nearby, so we carry their items, too.”

“Don’t forget about the Twins. You should know that they have been here for Spring Training for 20 plus years. ”

“Oh, that’s right. ” she replied, “Maybe their shipment just hasn’t come in yet?”

Once again the East Coast bias reigns supreme in the East Coast. The good news though, is that at least the local TV stations seem fair in their broadcasts.  Each night the TV stations commit equal time to the daily activities of Red Sox and Twins Spring Training.  It fits in nicely with the breaking news about neighbors finding alligators in their back yards, or the occasional SUV finding it’s way into one of the many canals that wind their way through the area.

What about the one and only Favre jersey I found at Dick’s in Fort Myers?”

“Oh that was a returned item, she laughed.”


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