People are speaking in tongues in the newsroom this week, and I haven’t the foggiest what they’re actually saying because I do not speak baseball and am not fluent in football.
That’s not to say I’m not a Twins fan or a Vikings fan. As an almost life-long Minnesotan, I like my teams to win.
I still vaguely remember the excitement of 1987 and 1991, when the Twins took the World Series and we all waved homer hankies. At that point, my family had season tickets and occasionally, I got to go see the Twins, which for most people would have been a huge privilege.
To be honest, though… I often tried to sneak books into the games, because I didn’t care much for baseball. Same thing with Vikings games. Dad did his best to prevent me, but I’d just conceal a little paperback in a purse.
If I went to see the Twinks or Vikes now, though, things would be different. I’m not a real fan, but I can muster up plenty of enthusiasm for our local teams and I’d be happy to cheer, though I don’t know anybody’s names, stats or positions. It helps to sit with a real fan who can explain the detailed ins and outs of the games.
I wouldn’t bring a book anymore.