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This weekend I experienced my first Twins game of the season. Better yet, it was free. Even better still, it was in the ‘Legends Club’.
If you haven’t had the chance to go in there, check it out.
Tickets are a little more on the higher end of the spectrum, but I was lucky enough to get this experience for free. Thanks Mash.
I’ll give you some details of the ‘Legends Club’. It was air conditioned, which was greatly appreciated as temps were in the uppers 80’s, approaching 90 at the start of the game. The bathroom line is much shorter than any other line you will find.
This was a major bonus since the vodka-waters were flowing like the Mississippi River.
The food is a step up from what they serve in the normal concourse; and the seats are padded. What more could you ask for?
I’ll tell you.
It was the Friday game. You know, the one that ended up in a walk-off for the local 9. However, people in the ‘Legends Club’ didn’t seem to care. They were sitting on their asses and talking to their neighbors about their plans for the next day.
I fear Target Field, at least in this area, still has the, “Who cares who’s playing, we are at Target Field! How great!” feel to it.
During the bottom of the 9th, when the Twins had tied it up, I stood up for the remainder of the inning. Scratch that, I wanted to stand up for the remainder of the inning. No dice. The usher promptly came down and told me, “You need to take your seat sir”.
Really? Are you kidding me?! Do you not see what is going on here? Of course, I didn’t say these things because I didn’t want to cause a scene. Well that and I was scared of her.
Anyway, my point is, that doesn’t happen in the cheap seats.
Not just the part about being told to sit down, but the fact that I wouldn’t have been the only one standing.
In the cheap seats, if you can call them that anymore at Target Field, are where I want to be from here on out. People aren’t just there to be seen. They are there for the game. They are there to cheer for the home team and stick it out to the last out; no matter what the score.
This, my friends, is where you should want to sit. This is where you get the “experience” of a great ballpark on any given night.
This is where the real STOBer’s sit.
Unless your buddy gives you a free ticket……then, screw it. The ‘Legends Club’ is where you want to be. But only for the night.