Of all the questions Annie Huidekoper has fielded about the Saints' move to CHS Field, the fate of the pig is among the most common.
"Lots of people are asking about it,'' the team vice president said. "They're saying, 'You're on such a nice field now. You won't possibly be bringing in a live pig.' ''
Huidekoper chuckled at the notion that no sensible baseball team would house livestock at a sleek new home in St. Paul's hippest neighborhood. But these are the Saints, who perfected the art of nonsense during 22 years at Midway Stadium. So the pig not only is coming along, but he's getting an upgraded seat — a pen specially designed for him by a prominent architect.
Since the Saints unveiled plans for their $64.7 million ballpark project in downtown St. Paul, they have been fighting the assumption that they will lose the boisterous irreverence that defined their long run at Midway. Now that they're coddled in blackened steel and Western cedar, the logic goes, in a park with skyboxes and club seats and indoor batting cages, all that luxury will breed conformity.
Club officials promise they have not sold their souls for cup holders and shiny new bathrooms. They have exported much of the Midway merriment to Lowertown, including the holy hands of nun/massage therapist Sister Rosalind, the joke-cracking "ushertainers'' and promotions that include a toilet-paper drive, a Salute to Fictional Princesses and a "Things You CAN pop'' night sponsored by a dermatologist.
Tom Whaley sympathizes with fans who lament some irreplaceable traditions, such as tailgating right outside the stadium and waving to the trains that rumbled past the outfield wall. Still, the Saints' executive vice president has seen many skeptics converted the moment they walked through the black iron gates.
"I'm sure there will be people who were just diehard Midway fans, and only Midway will do,'' Whaley said. "But the bulk of our existing season-ticket holders, some of them with us for 22 years, were like little kids when they came in here and saw this. They were like, 'Oh, my gosh. A real ballpark.' ''
For those still convinced the Saints will forfeit their oddball charm, the team plans to keep providing evidence to the contrary. On opening day, it will christen the park with a Mardi Gras-style parade, with stilt-walkers, fire-eaters and jugglers roaming the warning track.