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Attending a game at good ol Met Statium, it was the Twins vs. the Red Sox. I was a youngster and we had some good box sets behind the Twins dugout 1st base side and between innings, Carl Yastremski was tossing around the ball for the infield, when he trapped a throw from 3rd, up it went, over my head, and bounced off one of the iron rails that separated the sections and came right to me. I opened my hands, in the ball fell, and I said look what i got!. Sure it was between innings, but still was a thrill.
-Steve, Minneapolis

We had the pleasure of living next door to Cecelia, a woman who lived to be 106. Well into her 100's, we'd hear her through open windows on summer days listening to the Twins game. "Throw heat, he can't hit!" she'd yell out to the pitcher, voice strong and determined. We miss her.
-Rose, St. Paul

Baseball As America means fathers and sons on the field and that is what my story is about. I remember when I was twelve years old, my team was touring the metro area traveling circuit for the first time and we were lousy. However, for one weekend our team could not be touched. With my father as coach we were able to win a tournament and qualify for the state tournament. Although my team was filled with a dozen jubilant twelve year old, I think my dad was the most excited person because he helped us play to our potential. Most of my favorite memories of playing baseball as a youth include my father the sacrifices he made to be there for me.
-Eric, Hastings

My brother his son and our dad went to the Milton no-hit game at the Dome. It was special for our whole family as our dad sang the national anthem. It was also the first game that the 4 of us attended together. I kept score for the game and later had Milton autograph it.
-Nathan, Lakeville

In 2007 [2006] my family and I went on a family trip. We went to Chicago for a White Sox vs Yankees game. Then we went to the Baseball Hall of Fame. After that we went to NY to see Yankee Stadium. The Yankees were playing the Orioles.Unfortunatly the Yankees lost but I caught a batting practice ball which was way cool.Also seeing monument park was awesome. Babe Ruth is one of my favorite players. We then headed home but got to go see the Brewers play the Houston Astros before coming home. Wow it was fun.
-Alexander, Apple Valley

I remember the 87 ALCS game 2. Chet Lemon hit a homerun for the Tigers. The Twins won though. And the noise.....amazing.
-Sam, Chaska

My two sons and I were at a Twins game in the Dome. Normally, wed get seats in the nosebleed section, but on that day, I splurged and got us better seats nearer to the field. The Twins were warming up on the field. Kirby Puckett looked our way. My eight-year old son, Erik, turned to me and said excietedly, Kirby Puckett looked right at me! Later, in a paper he wrote for his third grade class, he said that his hero was Kirby Puckett and next to Kirby, I was next in line in my sons personal Hall of Heroes. I was relieved, as its a heavy burden to be someones ultimate, Number 1 hero.
-Mike, West St. Paul

When I was born, xx-xx-xxxx, my Father was 42. I had a very good curve ball and a very wicked fast ball clockd ver 100 mph. When my Father died,{xx-xx-xx} my Mom told me of how My Dad, {B.P.O} would kneel down and with about 6 or 7 handkerchiefs inside the catchers mitt so it would not break his hand. Thanks Dad.
-Mike, Hopkins

One time my brother hit his first grand slam in the back yard. It was a walk-off homer. He was pretending to be Gene Larkin. The year was approximately 1988-89.
-Dain, Edina

Babe Ruth hit a ball into the stands and it hit me in the eye. You see I am 98 years old.

I have a few memories, one of my mother teaching me to catch and throw a baseball, another of winning the Dick Yates award for top player in the park league, and finally my first game at the old Met Stadium back in 1972 the Twins played a doubleheader that night on July 4th and won one and lost one. I remember watching Rod Carew play that night and he was fantastic getting several hits and even hitting a home run. Then after the game a great fire works display. Wow, that was a magical night. There is a lot to be said about outdoor baseball. Can't wait till 2010.
-Robert, St. Paul

I grew up about 100 miles from my grandparents so when we would visit one relative, we had to see everybody. In the summer, wherever we were, there was a baseball game on the radio. Sometimes we would go to cousins or uncles games, sometimes it was just on in the background as we chatted and played. I will always remember driving back to grandma's house after a long day of visiting and playing with cousins and the baseball game had to be on in the car. Even though I don't remember watching the Twins 1987 World Series game on television, I remember having to be quiet in the car while dad listened as he drove us home.
-Heidi, Keller, TX

The All Star game in Minnesota. The real baseball park in Bloomington, Minnesota.
-George, Alexandria

I was 14 years old listening to the 7th game of the 1960 World Series between the Yankees and the Pirates. I cried as the Pirates blew the lead in the top of the 9th only to become overcome with only the joy a 14 year old boy can experience-- Mazs homer to lead off the bottom of the inning. I will never forget that moment as my friends leaped into each others arms screaming with the joy we toght we had lost just moments ago.
-Michael, St. Paul

I remember as a five year old boy my dad taking me to Yankee Stadium and getting to watch Mickey Mantle and all the other greats of the time while drinking an ice cold bottle of Yoohoo!
-Norm, Chaska

I remember sitting next to my father as he would watch his baseball games and never really understanding just what he saw in the game. I was young, interested in art, music and writing. We were so different we were almost the same. During the year of my 14th birthday, I started taking interest in baseball. My father use to point out how me being a lefty would make me an important pitcher to any team. So I learned to pitch. Needless to say the curve was an almost natual pitch. I spent hours pitching against a wall and later I would end up pitching to curbs. They would cause the ball to pop up like a hit pitch. My father passed away four years later. In those four years from my first pitch to his final one, he taught me all about baseball. Every day was a history lesson. When he passed away, he was a fan of the local St. Paul Saints baseball team. We never attended a Saints game together, but these days I have spent my last two summers photographing the Saints. Watching baseball with others at Midway keeps the memory of watching the game with my father alive. Go Saints.
-Gerry, St. Paul

My favorite memory of Baseball is the day I realized how much my Grandma enjoyed watching Baseball. I didn't know Grandmas watched sports on TV until one day I went to visit and she would hardly talk to me because she was so tuned into a Twins game. I think she had tried to keep it a secret! After that day, we spent several evenings and afternoons watching Baseball and eating all the goodies she prepared for the day. Those are definitely my most precious Baseball memories.
-Bonnie, Blooming Prairie

When I was about 10 years old, my aunt worked at the Radisson Hotel. The Yankees were in town to play the Twins. My brother and I went to the hotel and my aunt introduced us to Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris and several other Yankees--I have their autograpsphs in my Autograph book to this day.
- Tom, Lino Lakes

When I was a young one, I very much enjoyed the great game of baseball! This here game gave me sense of hope and joy! My papa gave me my very first ball, and I have passed on to my son. I LOVE BASEBALL!!!!!!!
-Walter, Eden Prairie

I grew up in the Boston area and became a lifelong Red Sox fan during the 1967 season when Boston clinched the pennant in a one game play-off with the Twins (they had finished the season with identical W-L records.) When pitcher Jim Lonborg won that game, the Boston fans stormed the field and literally tore his uniform off. (The Red Sox hadn't gone to the World Series since 1946!) The Sox had Yaz, but in the end proved no match for Bob Gibson and the St. Louis Cardinals. I've followed the Bosox religiously ever since and try to see them at least once every time they have a series in the Metrodome--not quite the Fenway experience, but still worthwhile!
-Dan, Minneapolis

As a twelve year old boy, I remember being pushed into the Millers dugout by my 20 yr old cousin at Nicollet Park and getting autographs from all the players until Bill Rigney kicked me out, but very nicely. A few minutes I will never forget.
-Ronald, Victoria

My memory is from the 2005 Minnesota Twins season, we took our 5 year old daughter to her first game against the Kansas City Royals. We arrived early, found a spot down by the field to watch batting practice, the Royals we out on the field and no one was paying us any attention. My daughter was there with glove in hand, watching with the biggest eyes I’ve seen, all of a sudden a ball comes rolling right in front of her, she just stood there, no prompting, just mesmerized by the players and the immense ball field. Up walks a player and hands my daughter the ball. She lit up and starting yelling thank you to the player who had taken the time to make her day! She brought that ball to kindergarten that next day and told everyone her story. We of course have taken her to many other games since then, she brings her ball and glove and sits with anticipation for another player to make her day. She loves the sport just like her father and I. It was a day I will never forgot and I know one she will not!
- Carol, Minneapolis

I interned for the Minnesota Twins this past season and it was the most memorable and magic time of my life. With having one of the worst records of the league and then coming out on top at the end by winning the Division was incredible. Meeting Joe Mauer, Justin Morneau, Tony Oliva, Harmon Killebrew, Rod Carew and many others was truly a unique experience. It’s not everyday that you get to play catch on the field with Tony Oliva, or spend the day with Rod Carew. Baseball lives in my heart now and I will cherish this past season and memories for all the days of my life.
- Jennifer, Minneapolis

I remember the first time I was scared to hit the ball and instead the ball hit my face. Since then, I’ve been more scared of the ball hitting my face than the ball itself.
-Michelle, Honolulu

My favorite memory of playing baseball is of my father coming outside to play catch with me while he was still in his steel-toed boots and dirty work clothes. He always had time to play catch. Now I’m closing in on 30 and know how important those moments were, I know what I will undoubtedly say when my 10 month-old son grows up and asks me to play catch. Thank you Dad.
- Wade, Gibbon, MN

Listening on the radio in Ohio (I moved there from DETROIT!) in August of 1970 to Al Kaline of the Detroit Tigers getting a hit in his first at bat on AL KALINE DAY at Tiger Stadium. He was always my hero as a child, and to this day he remains a true gentleman and Hall-of-Famer that was one of the few players to be elected on their first ballot.
- Tony, St. Paul

One of my favorite memories is of coaching tball, which is where all baseball players start. I have coached tball for a few years now and there’s nothing cooler then seeing how much progress they make from the first practice until the end of the season. They go from not knowing how to properly swing a bat and not knowing the bases and which way to run to a team that can make outs and ALL get hits.
- Darcy, Minneapolis

1975 County Stadium Milwaukee prior to the first game of a twilight double header we were sitting by the left field foul pole on the rail. The Red Sox Jim Rice, Fred Lynn, and Dwight Evans were catching fungoes. The wind was blowing in my face and a ball came drifting my way. I could catch it easily but for a cup of coffee in one hand, and sandwich my wife had packed in the other. If I dropped the coffee it would have landed on the liederhausen clad grounds crew. The ball bounced at my feet and rolled up my chest, easily plucked by the guy sitting behind me. Agony. An ancient usher with a thick German accent came down and told the guy behind me that he should give me the ball. The guy said, “Shove the explative off, pops,” and laughed. The usher shrugged to me, “I tried,” and retreated up the steps. I looked at my wife and she said, “How’s the sandwich?” All I could do was laugh.
- Andy, Minneapolis

Harmon Killebrew was always my favorite Twin. Two games I saw at the old Metropolitan Stadium in which Harmon hit solo homeruns always standout in my mind. One game we won 1-0 on Harmon’s home run, but the other game we lost 2-1 when our pitcher gave up a two run homer in the top of the ninth after we were leading on Harmon’s homer earlier. Never the less, Ill never forget the fans stomping on the old bleachers demanding Harmon hit a homerun, and then cheering as he delivered!
- Frank, Anoka

One of my favorite stories from my Dad was when he played barnstorming baseball back in the early 1930s in Iowa. So many stories, but his is my favorite. He was coaching third base, game was tied going into the last inning. He was giving the pitcher hell all game and knew that he was about to rattle him. He kept accusing him of scuffing the ball. Dad said he had a man on second and started to raise the scuff issue again. The pitcher argued back, that he was not doing anything like that. Finally Dad convinced him to let him examine the ball. The pitcher tossed the ball over Dads way, and or course Dad just stepped aside and let it roll into the left field. He screamed at his man on second and brought him around to score the winning run. He had such a smile on his face every time he talked about that play. “That’s baseball,” he would say.
- John, Minneapolis

My dad loved baseball and taught me to do the same. We started going to Twins games from the first season onward. As I began to mature, I still liked baseball with added interest. We had to sit out in the outfield at the met one hot summer day. I didn’t mind. As usual we’d go to the gates afterward for autographs. Bob Allison - my favorite - came out. Dad told him I didn’t mind sitting out in the heat cuz my daughter thinks you have a sexy neck. Bob laughed and blushed and said that was a new one for him!
-Nancy, Minneapolis The attached link references the 1900 state champion Waseca EACO team. The team has historical value as one of the first integrated teams.
-Jim, Waseca

As a youngster, I used to attend many, many Twins games at the Metropolitan Stadium. In fact, our parish Assumption Catholic Church was contracted to clean the stadium after Twins games. The parish school would give us a 1/2 day off for the Twins opener when it was a day game. I don’t think that would happen in today’s word. I also attended many a game with my father, who has since passed away. One early summer night, the fog was so thick - the game was delayed. The crowd roared when Lenny Green ran to center field with a miner’s hat with the light on atop the helmet. The game did eventually resume.
Pam, Annandale

I grew up two blocks from Ebbets Field on Bedford Ave. in Brooklyn. I was an avid Dodgers fan & walked to the park on a regular basis. I remember how green the grass was at least for this city dweller. I also remember the incredible carpet & chandelier in the main entry-way. My claim to fame: I was there when Carl Erskine pitched a no-hitter.
Bob, St. Cloud

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