Editor's note: This is the second in a series of Sunday stories leading up to the All-Star Game.
DENVER – It bothers him still.
Nine months have passed, and everyone has gotten on with life. Justin Morneau's old position has been filled by his oldest friend in baseball. His locker in the far corner of the Twins clubhouse, closest to the food as he once joked, is now occupied by Josh Willingham. Morneau himself has worn two different uniforms since the Twins traded him last August, and he has settled in just fine in his new home.
The Minnesota chapter of his life has concluded — for everyone but Morneau. Like a hallway light still burning, like a window left ajar, the Colorado Rockies first baseman has a nagging feeling, even all these months later, that he's left something undone back home in Minneapolis. He's left something unspoken ... with you.
"That was something I want to do — to go back," Morneau says. "You know, I never really had a chance to say goodbye," to the Twins, the team's employees and staff, and especially its No. 33-wearing fans. "Being traded when we were on the road, it wasn't like it happened during a homestand."
No, he left abruptly, dispatched suddenly to Pittsburgh while the Twins were in Texas, exiled to the National League with no way to thank his supporters for their 11 seasons of encouragement. Morneau, whose bemused demeanor disguises his sensitive nature, wrote a heartfelt note to the city that day and distributed it to Minnesota reporters, but it felt unsatisfying and impersonal, like breaking up via text message.
Rockies fans have made him feel welcome and appreciated this season, but "I don't know if I'll ever have that relationship with anyone" like he did with Twins fans, Morneau says. "I was there for so long. They saw me grow up. There's a special relationship there."