I finally pulled the photos off my camera from last week’s Red Sox/Orioles game. Apparently I took nearly 600 photos (burst mode!). The vast majority are pretty terrible (burst mode!). Here are three that aren’t too bad… the thumbnails link to larger versions.
Brian Roberts connects for the first hit of the game. What makes this photo so amazing is that a) you can see the ball about to hit the bat and b) it was taken from way off in right field.
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A panorama of Fenway Park, mid-game, taken with the “panorama assist” mode. I stitched the three photos together myself in Gimp instead of using the stitching software that came with the camera. It’s not the greatest job in the world — the seams are pretty obvious, especially in the larger version — but it’s still a reasonable perspective of where we were sitting when I took the other two photos.
Felix Pie (pronounced Pee-ay) catches the final out of the game in front of a giant reminder of the AL East standings where his team is 31 games back.
Monthly Archives: September 2010
Orioles 9, Red Sox 1
It’s been almost a week since I last went to baseball game and didn’t blog it. Whoops. It was a blow out for the Orioles… which really says something about a) how bad the Sox are this season and b) how good Buck Showalter has been in turning the Orioles from the worst team in the American League to the second worst team in the American League (sorry, Seattle Mariners fans). The Sox scored first in the second, and for awhile it looked like it might be a quiet 1-0 game. But then the Orioles struck back in the 6th inning… and the 7th… and the 8th… and just to rub it in, another 4 runs in the 9th.
I was wearing my Twins hat, and the guy next to me on the bus said he was envious of me having a team worth cheering for this year. When’s the last time a Red Sox fan said that to a Twins fan? Oh yeah, 2006.
The tickets came from my old friend Lisa, also known as Spaczke (pronounced “Spazz-key”), who secretly moved to Boston without telling me. The game was “sold out” but she had managed to get tickets off of StubHub for $17… not bad considering the face value was $45. It was good timing — in preparation for my upcoming trip to Alaska (in a week!), I bought a new fancy camera and this was my first chance to take some fancy action shots with it. Unfortunately, they’re all still on the camera. I’ll post the highlights here eventually…
(In the mean time, that same night the Twins won to bring the magic number to 1 and waited around for the White Sox to lose to Oakland, officially clinching the division. They’ve played like guys with massive hangovers ever since, but it’s probably because, well, they did some massive partying that night. But playoffs here they come…)
A fun baseball statistic I heard tonight
The Chicago White Sox have loaded the bases against the Twins 13 times this season. They have scored zero (0) runs in these situations. Which is to say, in bases loaded situations against the Twins, they have stranded all 52 runners.
After the White Sox folded their deck tonight (including Manny Ramirez striking out with the bases loaded and getting booed), the Twins magic number is now 12.
Also, I made an apple bourbon pie this weekend with scotch because that is what I had on hand. I highly recommend it.
In Which I Pig Out At the Fair… and pour a lot of milk
| Tony Oliva pitches wiffle balls to little kids, minutes before he SIGNS MY HAT! |
Yesterday was my annual trip to the Minnesota State Fair with two major highlights: Tony Oliva signed my Twins cap (!!!!!!!) and I poured over a thousand glasses of milk while working the All-You-Can-Drink Milk booth.
Plus, I ate a lot of food… the annual list:
- Cheese Curds
- Mini-donuts
- Deep Fried Mac and Cheese on a Stick
- Honey Sunflower ice cream — possibly the best thing I ate
- Scotch egg
- Milk (two glasses only — 1000+ poured)
- One (free!) chocolate milk shake (in exchange for pouring all the milk)
- Ginger Beer
- Sweet Martha’s Cookies (actually, still eating them as I type)
| Four hours of pouring over 1000 glasses of milk! |
My dad, as an employee of the University of Minnesota Ag School, was notified of the sign ups for volunteers to work the milk booth. Given that paying my dollar and consuming a lot of dairy is one of my annual highlights, it seemed fitting that I should give back and work a four hour shift pouring milk. In return, my mother and I got free admission to the fair, a T-shirt, a hat, all the milk we could drink (but not during our shift, which severely cut back the amount I drank) and one free item from the dairy barn (of which I picked a chocolate milk shake).
Despite my currently still sore right shoulder, working the booth was a ton of fun. My favorite customers were the elderly couple who very calmly drank four glasses each (him white, her chocolate) before waving goodbye and saying “See you next year.” I got the feeling they’d been doing that for 50 years (which is possible — the milk booth first opened in 1955). Another highlight was the little girl who, upon prompting her for her favorite dairy product, responded “Pizza!”
“That’s not really dairy,” I told her.
“No, but it has dairy on it!” she said.
Smart kid…
And for the other highlight of the day… over behind the Twins booth was a small “stadium” where I noted some kids playing wiffle ball. My mom wanted to skip it, but I insisted that we go look. And who should be pitching to the kids, but Twins great and should-be-Hall-of-Famer Tony Oliva! We stayed to watch him toss a few wiffle balls and then he left the “field,” walking right by me. I suspect because I was wearing my Twins hat and 2009 Central Division Champions shirt, he patted me on the arm as he walked by and said, “How you doin’, babe?” After calling my dad and getting a message to pass along, we followed him into the Twins booth where he started chowing down on some cheese curds. Someone else asked him to sign a book, so I decided that was a good time to ask him to sign my hat, which he graciously did.
“My dad says to tell you that the Cuban sandwich at the Tony O’s stand at Target Field is really good,” I told him.
He, with a mouth full of cheese curds, made the “Let me finishing chewing” gesture before saying “Thank you!”
Highlight of my year, I tell you.
Then we went off to the Minnesota Public Radio area where Garrison Keillor was giving an interview for the Midday show. What a Minnesotan day!

Twins 9, Tigers 10
I believe Thursday night marks the first time I was ever at a ballpark at midnight. The 13 inning marathon between the Twins and Detroit lasted over four and half hours, finally ending at 11:57 pm on the stadium clock when Michael Cuddyer lined out to second base, ending the Twins hopes for a comeback.
And really, it was reasonable to have hope, given that they had comeback to tie it after the Tigers had scored in the 11th. But alas, it was not to be.
Really, the comeback shouldn’t have been necessary given that the Twins were up 7-3 going into the 8th and 8-7 going into the 9th. However, it seems that the Twins pitchers heard my comment about having yet to see a homerun at Target Field. I guess I should have specified that I wanted to see a Twins homerun so that the Minnie and Paul sign would light up and shake hands. Instead, the Tigers hit five homeruns off of five different Twins pitchers — two of which were back to back in the eighth with a pitching change in between.
But it was an evening at the ballpark in Minneapolis and I got to try a bite of a Tony O’s Cuban sandwich. So, something good came out of it…