Seven bratwurst sandwiches, one order of nachos, two bags of ballpark peanuts, eleven beverages (mixed variety), licorice ropes, and several credit card swipes later, we dropped a cool $237 watching the San Diego Padres lose to the Minnesota Twins. There’s just something really warming about cheering for the home team in a stadium that’s about to be demolished. Qualcom, soon to be fan-free, will tumble to the ground with a couple dynamite blasts as the Padres move to a new home in downtown San Diego. We went there for one more game and to vacation with our children in the sunshine. But there was no sunshine. We huddled in the bleachers--some of us in shorts and sandal-clad--all of us bundled in sweatshirts and puffing into our clenched hands. Bottom of the eighth, Padres 1, Twins 4, bored, and no hope we’d catch up, we democratically agreed to get a jump on the traffic and warm our toes. Two hours later, Baseball Tonight reported the Padres gave the Twins a run for their money until the 13th.
Regrets, regrets, regrets. Thanks for sticking it out to the bitter year-end track.
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