Springing up
Went to last night's ballgame, an energetic affair that saw one of the slowest guys on the team get two doubles and a triple. When he came up to bat the fourth time, with only a home run needed for a complete cycle, instead of swinging for the fences he laid down a sacrifice bunt.
During the game I decided to walk around a little, and went and stood on the walkway behind the left field bleachers. A guy struck up a conversation; it turned out he was from Minneapolis. "This is great," he said, gesturing around him. "Our park, the Metrodome -- what a dump."
"Someone was just telling me that," I said.
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It's a pain, but we live through it.
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