The Significance of Baseball in Minnesota

When it comes to the Minnesota Twins,
Or Baseball, for that matter,
You could most definitely call me a fan...

In fact, you might call me a rabid fan. Fanatical. Psychotic at times, I suppose.
I donned my Twins Jersey proudly to school today, in fact.
Let the games begin...

Tonight was the Twins Opener at the Dome.
10 inches of snow coming down and the Twins are playing.
I was kind of happy about the Heavy Snow Warning issued by the National Weather Service.
It meant I would stay home and get to watch Baseball instead of driving 30 miles to play volleyball in Monticello.
Somethings happen for a reason...

I must say it was quite odd,
jumping and cheering
as Carlos Gomez stole his second base of the night
as Mike Lamb got his first RBI in a Twins uniform
as Joe Nathan fanned Torii Hunter in the 9th inning

all while I was looking outside at a blizzard.

Blizzards and Baseball (yes, it is a proper noun in our home) don't go together. Dick Bremer and Bert Blyleven's voices are THE sign that spring is coming.

Spring? Baseball? 10 inches of snow? The fact that Baseball has begun, despite the blanket of snow outside, reminds Minnesotans like me that the snow will soon melt.

And we'll be out...
playing Baseball in our front yard...
listening to Twins Baseball on the radio while sitting on the patio enjoying a refreshing cocktail...
enjoying our snowless grass.

There is nothing quite like summer in Minnesota.
Good thing Baseball season sometimes starts during a blizzard so that we can be reminded of it.