There's nothing like arriving at a ballpark four hours before first pitch. It's silent then, so the sound of Nelson Cruz swatting an early batting practice pitch into the seats reverberates throughout the stadium.
Sometimes no one is out for early work, allowing one to revel in the silence — unless you're entering one of the cathedrals of baseball — such as Boston's Fenway Park, where former Twins catcher Tom Prince once said, "The ghosts talk to you here."
Eventually, those intoxicating sounds of baseball take over. Batting practice begins, the gates open for fans, music is pumped, pregame ceremonies are held, the national anthem is played, and it all crescendos when the first pitch is thrown. Then you're settling in for three hours of entertainment — and not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.
There's nothing like watching a baseball stadium come to life.
For 23 seasons with the Star Tribune and three before that with the Kansas City Star, I never tired of the routine. The ballpark was my office. Covering baseball has allowed me to see the great cities of this country and how baseball is celebrated.
I became a sportswriter with the desire to write baseball. To be a seamhead, as they used to say in the business. And I did that for 26 seasons.
But a wonderful opportunity to write about more than that has presented itself. You will now get to read my thoughts on the local and national sports scene as I join a group of uber-talented and entertaining Strib sports columnists.
Surely, many of you have questions or concerns about this move. You're used to seeing my byline above a baseball story. Change can be hard, but I'm here to help with the transition in the form of a self-Q & A about my new role. I can't wait to see how I answer myself.