I went to a decent number of Twins games when I lived in Minneapolis. Enjoyed them. Loved Eddie Rosario.
I think the last one I went to, though, was a Wednesday night in September when Jake Odorizzi took a no-hitter into the eighth inning. The Yankees were in town. It was a big crowd for a Wednesday night.
In the sixth or seventh, with Odorizzi on the mound, some people behind us tried to start the wave.
They succeeded, kind of. I don’t think it was continuously going around the stadium, and there was definitely a little booing going on to try to discourage it, but I feel like it made it a full lap or two once.
The people behind us were ecstatic at its success. Also quite mad at us for telling them to stop.
Anyway, when I see that the Twins stink, and that they’ve lost eighteen consecutive playoff games, and that they’re currently in a division in which their most pressing competition is led by a septuagenarian who might hate his own players and they’re still thirteen games back and trail even the Tigers (sorry, Tigers), I kind of think that fanbase deserves it. Or at least the half who didn’t boo the wavers.
