On the road in Minnesota - By N.L. Belardes
Thanks Matildakay. I have been writing a lot lately. Just not for the Noveltown blog. There's a big article on Scott Sturtevant coming out soon, with an edited version that may appear in this week's issue of Bakotopia magazine. It's some cool music history--totally Bakersfield Hardcore: the first hardcore punk show in Bakersfield and Sturtevant's transformation from punk-alt musician to solo alt country and country artist... It's a huge piece and hopefully not the last on Sturtevant who is a fascinating Bakersfield character.
Now some thoughts on where I have been lately...
Don't you hate when you forget your camera card reader?
All I can do is paint you a picture with words for now: lush green rolling hills, an endless canopy of trees, bike paths criss-crossing the countryside, a shuttle ride to the Mall of America followed by a light rail train ride into Minneapolis. There, I stopped off for the game last night between the Minnesota Twins and Atlanta Braves.
Although I don't remember why, when I was a kid I became a fan of the Twins. Maybe it was Kirby Puckett's awesome play. Maybe I jumped on the Twins popularity bandwagon. I don't think I did. I think it was more of having collected basball cards during the late 1980s and quickly developing favorite ball players who happened to be on the Twins team.
Besides, back then everyone around me was a Dodgers fan. I was looking for something different.
Baseball is one of those kind of sports where my loyalty has shifted between a few teams. Not quite like hockey or football. I still dig the LA Kings and Dallas Cowboys. Sorry Heath Dobbler (He's a die hard Steelers' fan).
I showed up at the game. I think it was a half price Tuesday. I sat in the home run section for most of the game and saw a few fly balls come close to the 408 ft. wall.
The Twins won 7-3.
I had a polite conversation with a missionary sitting next to me who helped dig water wells in remote areas of southern India. Wonderful conversation. Good times. There is a huge poster of Kirby Puckett in the outfield. Awesome.
I wonder if there's a game again tonight...
Now some thoughts on where I have been lately...
Don't you hate when you forget your camera card reader?
All I can do is paint you a picture with words for now: lush green rolling hills, an endless canopy of trees, bike paths criss-crossing the countryside, a shuttle ride to the Mall of America followed by a light rail train ride into Minneapolis. There, I stopped off for the game last night between the Minnesota Twins and Atlanta Braves.
Although I don't remember why, when I was a kid I became a fan of the Twins. Maybe it was Kirby Puckett's awesome play. Maybe I jumped on the Twins popularity bandwagon. I don't think I did. I think it was more of having collected basball cards during the late 1980s and quickly developing favorite ball players who happened to be on the Twins team.
Besides, back then everyone around me was a Dodgers fan. I was looking for something different.
Baseball is one of those kind of sports where my loyalty has shifted between a few teams. Not quite like hockey or football. I still dig the LA Kings and Dallas Cowboys. Sorry Heath Dobbler (He's a die hard Steelers' fan).
I showed up at the game. I think it was a half price Tuesday. I sat in the home run section for most of the game and saw a few fly balls come close to the 408 ft. wall.
The Twins won 7-3.
I had a polite conversation with a missionary sitting next to me who helped dig water wells in remote areas of southern India. Wonderful conversation. Good times. There is a huge poster of Kirby Puckett in the outfield. Awesome.
I wonder if there's a game again tonight...
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007.
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