It is the summer of 1961, the first year of Major League Baseball in Minnesota. We're in Murray's, then and now a famed steakhouse.
The night games start at 8 o'clock sharp, so there's time to have an early dinner in downtown Minneapolis and get to Met Stadium for the first pitch. That's what we're doing, my father and me and some of his friends, and all around the restaurant, there's a hum of excited baseball talk.
The Yankees were in town -- a big deal for us prairie folks, and even bigger because this was the Year of Maris and Mantle.
The Yankees already were far clear of the Twins in the 10-team American League, but there was no gloom among the ticketholders on this night. Camilo Pascual would be the starter for the Twins, and even the mighty Yankees were not eager to take hacks against Camilo's curveball.
This had to be June 23, a Friday night. The only way I can be sure is to recall that it was early summer, for the result that Twins fans received in late June was duplicated on Aug. 29, a Tuesday night, when the Yankees returned to Bloomington.
Met Stadium was expanded on the fly that first season, and a full house in June was announced at 30,940.
Pascual had us howling from the top of the first. With one out and one on, he struck out Roger Maris swinging and Mickey Mantle looking. There's a vision of Roger swinging through a curve, and then the Mick -- with bat on his left shoulder -- glancing back at the plate umpire and walking away from the plate.
OK, I'm dreaming. There's no way the memory bank is that strong.