Sunday, January 15, 2017

OLD GUYS IN MINNESOTA PLAYING SOFTBALL IN WINTER????? (PART 2 OF 3)

AS THE SNOW MELTED THAT LATE SPRING. PLAYERS SCOURED THE TWIN CITIES FOR A PLACE TO PLAY IN WINTER FOR YEARS TO COME !!!




Think Big!  That was the mantra of many the players in the early days of the search.  Some suggested renting the Metrodome where the Vikes & Twins played. After estimating the cost per player,  one of leaders was quoted as saying, "if we wouldn't pay that much to watch ourselves play, why would our fan base?" Besides that, when the whinny pitchers saw pictures of the dome collapsing under the heavy snow weight where they would stand, they insisted on moving the hole in the roof to the outfield. After lots of finger pointing and name calling, it was decided to continue the search. 








The future field of dreams appeared almost by accident early one sunny Sunday morning as the 'Sota snow was melting. An unnamed player was driving to the CUB with the little Mrs. Along the way, they got stuck in traffic behind the church crowd. As fate would have it, an object resembling a mini metrodome caught his eye behind the church. But was it? In total disbelief, he grabbed his color Polaraid camera from his wife who was attempting a selfie and took shot a of the object.*



PICTURE ABOVE OF WHAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE THE GOODYEAR
BLIMP WHICH MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED IN '91 AFTER THE 
TWINS WON THE WORLD SERIES. IT WAS RUMORED THAT GOODYEAR
TRASHED THE BLIMP THINKING IT WOULD BE OBSOLETE BEFORE THE TWINS REPEATED OR
THE VIKES WON A SUPER BOWL.






Later that Sunday the team gathered at the VFW and car pooled to the sighting. Members were thrilled to find it was not a scrapped airship, but a mini Metrodome with no holes in the roof. They became real emotional noting the name on the entry was THE STARDOME (shown below) which they all  could identify with. It would become their home for years to come.

















24 hours later the group had a deal to play ball from mid November through early April at the Stardome. A celebration rocked the VFW that day. The sport was officially christened ---------                DOMEBALL











*IPHONES WERE JUST BEING  INTRODUCED TO THE MARKET AT THE TIME DOMEBALL STARTED. WITHOUT A DOUBT, NONE OF THIS OLDER CROWD WOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TO OWN ONE. SELF ABSORBED WOMEN AT THAT TIME WOULD TRY TO USE THE POLAROID CAMERA FOR SELFIES.



PART 3 TO BE RELEASED PRIOR TO SNOW MELT OR BY APRIL 15TH AT LATEST. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

SO, HOW DID OLD MEN PLAY SOFTBALL IN MINNESOTA WINTERS ????

Did you ever wonder how old guys from Minnesota played softball in the dead of winter a few years back?  Well, if they were smart and had a few bucks, they'd join the old jock flock and head to the "snow bird" leagues in Florida. Once there, those sun starved oldsters would somehow morph into that dude of time gone by. Within a few days, their razor sharp skills bounced back. Their 'Sota winter sluggishness turned into that studly swagger, attracting glances from those tanned, blue haired ladies from the South.

For those who couldn't escape the Polar Vortex, there were few ways to pursue their passion. Rumors had it  that as soon as the little woman finished shoveling the driveway after a big snow, her hero would insist she loosen up and play catch. Word passed down tells of players bringing their bats to rural barns to hit frozen cow chips out of frustration. This was the known as the DARK AGES OF MINNESOTA SENIOR SOFTBALL.

As winter got longer the mounds of the white stuff mounted.  Their women left the igloo to shop (or just left for good). Then along came Nintendo Wii baseball in 2006 to save the day for those old farts.



VIEW OF THE BIG SCREEN AT BAMBINO'S

Those winter worn guys would gather at the closest Bambino's heated man cave in their starched summer jerseys to play team Nintendo Wii baseball. It would be a win-win for everyone they thought, but it didn't last long; one year to be exact.

On the Nintendo playing field, the really good real ballplayers lost their edge. Softball historians from the tundra named it THE YEAR OF MINNESOTA WINTER GEEKBALL.

Guys who couldn't hit a real ball became the heroes. The geeks testosterone level spiked. This was no field of dreams for the old super stars who lacked computer skills. It was like the revenge of the nerds.

And the groupie women?  Well,  they were the real winners who left their boys at the Bambino's electronic field of dreams to enjoy extended shopping sprees, followed by lengthy wine tastings as their aging heroes played with their joy sticks in man caves.

Some of the older guys who were around back then recall a peace summit at a local VFW the following spring. The Board of Directors voted to ban Geekball forever. A new winter league would be formed once the leaders could find some kind of a state of the art indoor field.

On the drive home later that winter evening somewhere in Richfield,  one of the leaders of the group saw a flash of light race over this truck, creating a vision of what the inside of the ideal winter playing field should look like --- a place well lit (like he may have been) with almost super natural grass, and of course, state of the art climate control. He was quoted in a local paper a few days after his epiphany:


"THIS IS THE WHAT I REMEMBER SEEING THAT NIGHT DRIVING HOME FROM THE VFW AFTER HAVING SOME BEERS WITH MY MATES.  NO BULLSHIT! ! I SAW IT!






"YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,  BUT IF YOU TRY SO HARD YOU MIGHT GET WHAT YOU NEED!!!" 

 

PART 2 TO BE CONTINUED, HOPEFULLY!!😜 :


IF IT LOOKS LIKE AN IGLOO, IT MIGHT BE AS COLD AS AN IGLOO!!!