It’s hard to believe that a ballpark so beloved experienced years of stubborn opposition in getting built, as few if any other major league venues had to run as long and painful an obstacle course before becoming reality. If you even feeling like grinding it to Target Field on a bicycle, there’s a paved trail running parallel to the rail tracks under the ballpark’s third-base end, and hundreds of racks to securely lock it against. There’s a bus transit station a block away. Rolling in perpendicular is the Northstar rail service, reaching out toward the northwest suburbs. Paul and Bloomington, stop just steps from Gate 6, numbered as such to honor former Twins Hall of Famer Tony Oliva. Two light rail lines, ferrying passengers from St. Two freeways, one which partially, literally tunnels under the ballpark, deliver vehicles whose occupants can choose from an abundance of nearby parking garages. Making the pilgrimage to Target Field is blissfully easy. The downtown ballpark, mixing limestone, angling glass and steely curves, is not merely the home of the Twins but a beacon of hope that Minneapolis, sitting exactly between the North Pole and Equator on the 45th parallel, will win an early springtime tilt toward warmth. When that Opening Day does come around, fans of the Minnesota Twins shed a layer or two of wintertime clothing and once more embrace Target Field, the team’s fabulous home since 2010.
The people here long for the warmth of spring and the summer to follow, eagerly awaiting Opening Day like “recovery from a serious illness,” as Minnesota native Garrison Keillor once wrote. That’s the refrain that echoes through the long winter across Minnesota, where 10,000 lakes are frozen, green is nonexistent, and water vapor from tailpipes and human mouths seem to hang forever in the air.
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