Then my sister stepped in again. In September she had a little girl, Jordan Layne. I was only going to be in Fort Myers for a long weekend, but here was my chance. The Twins were in town against the Pirates. I could name only two players on the teams, but I could reminisce about Kirby Pucket and a young Barry Bonds.
Baseball is baseball, after all.
We were arriving late, but that was fine, maybe even appropriate. We pulled into the stadium and found a grass parking lot with hundreds of cars lining rows called Carew, Blyleven, Kilebrew or another Minnesota baseball great. We parked on Hrbeck. For me the fun had started. We walked in for free because it was already the seventh inning, and we passed people as they left, because it was 9-2.