Target Field

Well the time has finally arrived for baseball to return outdoors in Minnesota. For the past 4 years people have been battling over whether it was the right thing to build the Twins a new stadium. Well, let the bickering end now because the stadium is here, and the games will be played, and the seats will be full, and there's nothing that can be done. Politicians have battled for years over whether to use public finances to fund the stadium, Democrats and Republicans have both used this argument when running for office.
Well building the stadium was the right thing to do because baseball transcends political rhetoric, and holds a much different place in the hearts of Americans...be it Republican, Democrat, Green, Socialist, or Fascist; we've all picked up a stick and ball at some point in our lives. Baseball doesn't discriminate based on creed, color, political affiliation, or economic status. Baseball, is the great equalizer. Baseball gives us an excuse to forget all the chaos in the world, and give us the ability to just enjoy watching something as simple as hitting a ball with a piece of wood. Baseball has brought families together for generations, and dads around the state are bringing their kids to see the same game that their dads brought them to see. So for one day, on April 12th, I suggest we take a cue from baseball, and that when we see a fellow Minnesotan with TC branded across their forehead, that we simply smile and wave, and that we know that as a state, cheering for a group of boys, we all have something in common.
I'm rambling now so I think I'll just put up a quote from Field of Dreams that sums up what I was trying to say much more eloquently.

Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.