Opening a new ballpark makes it very tough to purchase tickets for just about anyone. I have been privileged with working at Target Field during its inaugural season, meaning that I did not have to fight for tickets. I got to see some of the greatest Twins moments in 2010: Jim Thome’s walkoff against Matt Thornton, Alex Rios’ throw to nowhere, Michael Cuddyer’s tag of Kelly Shoppach that was apparently not a tag (hey, a great moment isn’t necessarily a good moment), among others.
Now that the Twins are in the playoffs, tickets are in even higher demand. Many fans have failed in getting tickets for these games, while others have been quite lucky and have purchased tickets to several games. Unfortunately, there’s something that worries me about some of these ticket buyers. Some of them are Yankees fans.
Oh sure, the majority of the fans will be donning Twins gear, but you can’t doubt that someone will make it through Gate 34 wearing the wrong pinstripes. If this person came all the way from New York, hey, I can’t argue too much with that. This guy is dedicated. No, what would really bother me is if this fan is from our own home state.
It happens, and I know it does. There is only one guy on this earth with Bryce Harper’s talent, but there are plenty of people with Bryce Harper’s mindset. The Yankees have always been winners. The Twins have only been winners for the past decade. When the Yankees were in town earlier this season, I saw many Yankee fans. Even worse was seeing them as one half of a couple, and the other (and better) half was wearing Twins gear. Listen, Twins fans, don’t let your significant other be a Yankees fan.
Somewhere, the parents of these people went wrong. Even while the Twins struggled through the end of the 90s, kids should have been instilled with the fact that the Twins were just biding their time. Defecting to Derek Jeter, Scott Brosius, Mariano Rivera, David Cone, etc. should have been unacceptable. But like Harper’s parents, it was alright for these future “bros” to adopt a team that had no geographical similarity to their hometown.
If you come to me and ask for help during tonight’s game, keep something in mind. You can tell me you’re from Minneapolis, Red Wing, Duluth, or Edina, but it won’t matter. The jersey on your back will carry more weight than your words, so when you leave your house, apartment, friend’s bachelor pad, whatever, remember to choose wisely. My job requires me to keep a smile on my face and be helpful to whomever needs it, but if I see a gray jersey that does not say “Minnesota” on the front, I will wish just a little harder for Alex Rodriguez to have a leg cramp while running to 1st base in the 3rd inning.
As for you dealing with the Twins fans, I give no guarantees. “Minnesota nice” is not true for all of us. New Yorkers are much different than Minnesotans, but we will be nasty in our own passive-aggressive manner. If you go to the bathroom and see peanut shells in your beer, or a person sitting in your seat, take the hint. You are not welcome here, because this is Twins Territory. Sure, you have 27 championships. We have two, and a third would mean far more to us than your 28th would to you. Just once, leave your Yankee gear at home and cheer on the hometown team as you should.