Darlo's winsome charm was on display this past week with some excellent commenting efforts. He takes the place of Clarence "Clearance Clarence" Swamptown this week as we return to a time-honored tradition of giving the Commenter Of the Week -- or COW -- 300 words to spout off about whatever they want. Darlo?
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Greetings, RandBallers.
It was this early this fall when I was awarded the COW for a comment made regarding Packer fans. (Funny checkers, anyone?) Back then, Brett Favre had signed but a few weeks earlier, the RandBall Lite Fantasy draft had taken place, and the Twins were hovering (languishing?) around .500. My COW post explored whether my trip to see a weekend series in Kansas City would be worth it (turns out, it absolutely was) and what events -- some of them seemingly annual -- turn the tide in taking us as Twins fans and molding us into Vikings fans.
This process usually happens in a way that takes some of the focus off the team at hand (to avoid disappointment down the road) and places some unspent optimism on the infancy and unbridled expectation of the upcoming season. It is in this same vein, then -- reversing the scenario -- that I ignore what lies immediately ahead for one of our Minnesota sports teams (sorry Wild and David Kahn) and look ahead to the Twins' season. I mean, hey ... it worked pretty well last time. Despite the Yankees series, Game 163 was pretty [redacted] awesome. AND ... the Vikings are in the NFC championship. Win-win.
And so ... the Twins. Yesterday, a Strib article shared the dining options at Target Field and my salivation was downright Pavlovian. Since my only disappointment of the series at Kauffman was the fact that barbecued food was not available at each stand, I was happy to see that food (and seemingly Minnesotan, at that) was pretty much covered.
I wondered then, what other traditions might be created anew or hefted over from the Dome. Will an announcer say "Noooooooo smoking in ... Target Field?" Will we select a song to play during the 8th inning, a la the Red Sox and Sweet Caroline (presumably with slightly less of an urge to punch Bostonians in the face)? Will Wally the Beerman be roaming the aisles, and can we get the guy to sell Summit? I welcome your song selections, newly-created traditions, and manufactured player introductions in the comments.
