A Twins Game

A Twins Game
Ryan Brouwer
It all starts when we pile in a car to begin the 2-hour trip to the Twin Cities for a Twins game. The loudness of the car and the long trip gives you a headache and you start to feel sick to your stomach. You crack a window and feel a little better. You step out of the car at a gas station to stretch while the workers fill up your car with gasoline. You then start a movie or fall asleep. You wake up as you start to stop and go in the city traffic. You start up a car game like the License Plate Game or The Alphabet Game.
You finally see Target Field but lose it when you pull into the parking ramp. You stop to buy an over-priced ticket and go find an open parking space. With all the honking and even some swearing outside your car it’s hard to concentrate. You finally find a space on the 5¬¬¬th floor. Now you begin the walk to Target Field. Halfway there you realize you forgot your tickets so you have to go back to the car. You get the tickets and begin the journey again. As you near the field, you start to smell all the glorious smells of baseball.
As you walk through The Plaza you feel excited. “There’s the Bronze Glove! Can we sit in it?” your brother asks. Your mother answers hurriedly and nervously, “After the game.”
You’re handing your ticket to the ticket master with your mom behind you. You’re through but your mom gets stuck while getting her purse checked. You dad in front of you doesn’t notice it. “Should you stay back for your mom or catch up with your dad?” you think in panic mode. You decide to wait for your mom. When your mom gets through she says “Thanks, but you should have gone with your dad.”
You finally get to your seats after basically drooling over hot dogs, brats, pretzels and cheese, and everything else. The only thing bad about this stadium is that there is only one place that sells mini doughnuts, and they are the best, so there is a long line, all the time.
The game is kind of slow because the Twins have wasted the White Sox ever since the first inning. The score is 7-0 going in the 9th . We begin to pack up our things but then the White Sox make a come back. After two singles the White Sox clear the bases with a 3-run homer. It is now 7-3, Twins, and the White Sox fans are going berserk and the Twins fans are trying to get over their tiny heart attack. After that little scare, the Twins get two outs. Then the Twins pitcher gave up two singles again and walked the next batter. Bases are loaded and the White Sox’s best batter is up. The Twins pitcher gives up 3 balls and it looks like it will be 7-4, but then the pitcher throws in two strikes. Full count, bases loaded, two outs, and the MLB homerun leader at bat. The pitch is a curve meant to curve out of the strike zone but it fails to break. It’s right in the batter’s sweet spot. It’s hit but it might be catch-able over the fence. Nope, the fielder can’t complete the play and it is a Grand Slam. The score is now 7-7 and the next batter gets out on a routine ground ball to the Shortstop.
Bottom of the 9th and all we need is one run. Thome is up and is ready to hit one deep. HE does but it is caught at the fence. Valencia is up but he is focused on just getting on base. He’s up and swings on the first pitch. It’s hit well, a deep line drive, and it is gone. It is a walk off homerun by Valencia. Everyone is jumping up and down, except for the White Sox fans, and we leave.
Every one is happy that we won and also because we are staying at a hotel for the night. Just as we get to the hotel, however, your little brother starts crying. We ask him what’s wrong and he answers between sobs, “We never got to sit in the Bronze Glove!”