Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome

The world is as open as the ceiling of the sky; and in the Dome, time is again moving at the frequency of the foul ball.
It soars up; until it drops, into the fielder’s glove—two away. My third beer goes down like the hope for a Twins comeback;
and all we can do is wait; within the dull roar that lives under the Teflon sky,
where the grass will never grow, and the game will never die.

(A.K.A. 54,088 Twins fans sing Journey during game 163)

1 comment:

  1. Every time I hear this song I think about that moment in the Metrodome.

    best. game. ever.