So on August 13, Tilly is 4 months old. On August 11, she attended Twins game #4 in her short life. I think I didn't reach game #4 til around May 5 or 7, 1984...it was the last game the Twins played before they called up Kirby Puckett, the Sunday afternoon game in the series with the Oakland As where Dave Kingman hit the pop-up that went up thru the hole in the Dome roof and never came down. (They gave him a ground rule double). Jim Kreft, John Kreft, I think Rick Moore and I and maybe others made some sign protesting rumors about Calvin Griffin moving the Twins to Tampa Bay, and we heckled Ricky Henderson while we sat down the left field line. I remember there being about 6,000 people there that afternoon. We thought we got a response out of Ricky, but who knows.
Anyhoo. The Twins are just about as bad this year as they were in 1984, just that this year we were expecting so much more. So I don't think there will be any magic this year, with Tilly seeing a World Series Championship before she's 1 year old. Oh well.
We went last night with my friend Andy. Tilly was, again, the hit of the night. Sitting on the aisle, we had a constant stream admirers commenting on how adorable she is, random strangers asking to take her photo to show their wives, etc. Good times. Between loving dogs, loving trees, and loving going to coffee shops and Twins games with me, Tilly is headed toward being a pretty awesome person.
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