Showing posts with label 70th birthday blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 70th birthday blog. Show all posts

Friday, September 3, 2010

Take Me Out to the Ballpark

Take me out with the crowd! Buy me some nacho grande and a wonderful butterknife steak. I don’t care if we ever get back, for it’s turkey legs, jumbo shrimp and kettle corn, all at the old ball game.
by Charlie Leck

I had a really nice time celebrating my birthday at the ballpark Wednesday night. It’s one of my favorite ways to spend an evening. On top of it all, it was an exciting game that our hometown Twins managed to win in extra innings. My wife is going to start thinking that these games are always this exciting, with 10th inning, heroic wins.

Rookie third-baseman, Danny Valencia, came to bat in the 10th inning with the score tied and Michael Cudayer down there on second base. I turned to my wife and predicted a Twins win right there.

“This kid is a tough out. He’s been getting big hits all year. I think he’ll win it right here!”

She’d had her little nap through the 7th and 8th inning and now she was wide-eyed and ready for some excitement. The last time she’d been at a Twins game with me, big Jim Thome (I call him Mighty Casey) had striped a huge home run in the first extra inning to win for the hometeam.

On this night, Valencia ripped a line drive into left-center field and Cuddy came roaring around third with the fans screaming and jumping and crossed the plate with the winning run. Valencia was mobbed by his teammates

The place was nuts last night – really hopping – and the hometown heroes were cheered wildly. It all reminds me of baseball in the old days – the days of Stan Musial and Willie Mays and Mickey Mantle – except, it’s different, of course, because it’s no longer just hot dogs and crackerjacks. Now there are restaurants within the stadium and one can order a big cobb salad or a plate of steamed shrimp. Out in the ballpark itself there are several different styles of ice cream, big turkey legs, vegetable kabobs, a Cuban sandwich on a bun, giant bratwurst and polish sausages along with a Margarita bar and a couple of other full-service bars. Popcorn is still there but most of the fans go for Kettle Korn these days. You can also get a simple hot dog, but the burgers stuffed with short ribs and blue cheese seem to be more popular [see a review and photo of the Vincent Burger below]. The giant servings of nacho grande, topped with sour cream and salsa with fresh peppers also look great if your tummy can handle it all.

Going to the ballgame is not like it used to be in the days when I was a kid. It’s an event now – a happening – and a place where people want to be seen. I'm kind of shocked at the number of young couples who are there, dating.

It’s also expensive. You’ve got to be prepared to drop a couple of hundred when you take someone to a ballgame these days. I took a dozen friends and family members to a game a few weeks ago and dropped two grand like it was nothing. You, who remember baseball games in the old days, might remember the term bleacher-bum. Believe me, there are no bleacher-bums left and there aren’t knot-holes anymore either. I’m not a beer-drinker, but I saw that a bottle of beer in the new park is $7.50. Wow! My wife had the nacho grande serving -- $10.50. I understand that at Monday afternoon games they sell hot-dogs for a buck.

Nevertheless, Wednesday night, there was no place I would have rather been. It was a terrific way to celebrate my big, big, big birthday.

A friend and fellow-blogger, who wanted to treat me on my birthday, invited us to meet him for a beer before the game at an Irish pub right in downtown Minneapolis, and only two blocks from the ballpark (a joint called Kieran’s). I’d give it high marks. The chicken wings were great. It was packed with a large pre-ballgame crowd. There are lots of hot spots around the ballpark and they’re all doing gang-buster business. Downtown Minneapolis, in the summer, on the night of a ball game, is the place to be.

Lots of the experts in America’s baseball business are calling our new ballpark the very best one in the nation. I’d have a hard time believing that any ballpark could be better or more fan friendly. I’m going to get to a couple more games yet this year and I expect to have a wonderful time at those, too.

Thanks to so many of you who’ve sent birthday wishes. They number several dozen and that’s very, very nice. I assure you I had a very, very nice birthday.



The famous Vincent Burger, from Vincent’s Restaurant
in Minneapolis, is made using meat from braised short ribs
and it’s stuffed with smoked Gouda cheese and topped with
lettuce, onion and tomato. The bun is fresh and really delicious.

A national web site, called Dream Burger, gives the Vincent
Burger
its highest rating: “In short – this burger was absolutely
delicious. The quality of the ingredients along with the way
everything was put together makes the
Vincent Burger an
absolutely amazing cheeseburger.”

If you come to Minneapolis, you won’t find a better restaurant
than
Vincent’s. Having heard about the burger, you’ll be
surprised to find out it’s haute cusine, but Vincent is French
and trained in France. His menu is extremely creative,
expensive and wonderful. It’s right in the heart of downtown
on the Nicollet Mall and 11th Street, across from Orchestra Hall.

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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Why would anyone….?


I was wondering lately while I wandered!
by Charlie Leck

The stock market is up this morning – in Asia and Europe that is – and that makes me wonder why anyone would trust the market right now. Seems like a good time to buy – when share costs are low – but the old rules don’t apply anymore.

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In utter amazement, the other day, on the freeway, I watched a guy in a sleek, little Audi speed by me on the left; and then he cut right back in front of me and swung into the lane to the right of us in order to pass one car; and then tore back into the center lane and on over to the left lane in order to pass a few more cars. In all of this, he never used his signal lights one time. I wondered about that and why anyone would be that impatient and that crazy.

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Last week, after a golf round, while sitting on a lovely al fresco patio, with other people at tables all around us, two of the guys from our foursome went on and on in a loud discussion about a half-buck difference in the results of the wagering for the day. When I tried to say something, changing the subject, one of my friends told me to wait, to be quiet, because “this is serious, here.” I wondered why anyone would think so.

I’ve been wondering a lot about such things lately.

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I was passing through a small town this past week and realized I was so hungry that I felt weak. I looked for some place to get some food. The only place around was a very small MacDonald’s. Oh, boy! I’m off glutens completely and, of course, I can’t have things like french fries anymore, but I formulated a game plan. I carried my copy of Michael Lewis’ latest book in with me and ordered a quarter-pound burger and a diet cola. When the order came, I sat down and peeled away the hamburger bun and set upon the meat, melted cheese, lettuce, mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup and pickle with a vengeance. After a few bites, I closed my book and thought about what I was doing. I could taste mustard, ketchup and pickle, but I didn’t taste anything else. I broke off a small piece of the burger patty and popped it into my mouth. No flavor! None! Not the burger or the cheese! This was a wretched meal and I pushed it away, but sat staring at the two slices of hamburger bun. I drew the meal back toward me and broke off a piece of the bread. My, it tasted good. I’d made a discovery. The only taste in a Mac meal is the bun, the ketchup, the mustard and the pickle. Everything else is totally tasteless and uninteresting. I wondered why anyone would eat at these places!

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Glenn Beck made some strange comments in a speech last week. He went on strongly about how anger just must be removed from American politics. We needed, he said, to return to rational and meaningful discussion and debate, rather than shameful shouting and name-calling. What? I asked myself if I had missed something along the way. Glenn Beck is saying this? The man of rage and vile accusations that have no basis in fact. Come on! You’ve got to be kidding! I wondered why anyone would regularly listen to Glenn Beck. The man is a total phony.

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Then I began wondering why there is such a predicted rush back to the Republican Party in the elections this November. Isn’t this the same party that gave us deregulation of the financial industry? Didn’t they give us the economic disaster caused by sub-prime mortgages? Didn’t they give us wars in Iraq and Afghanistan that have cost us nearly 4 trillion dollars in a time when we can’t afford it? Isn’t this the Party that reduced taxes on the rich so that they pay only a paltry sum to the government when compared, in ratio, to the amount the middle class worker pays. Isn’t this the Party that borrowed from the poor to fatten the rich? What am I missing here? Why would anyone vote for the Republicans?

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I turn 70 today. Jesus, man! It’s got me shaking my head, wondering how the years could possibly have gone by this quickly. I remember when…. Oh, let’s not go there. I just started wondering why any woman, in her right mind, would sleep with a 70 year old man. Yesterday, in contemplation of this day, I was grumbling about being so old. My wife made a clucking sound as she does when she’s bored with my griping and said: “Look at it as an accomplishment!” I wondered why anyone would say anything as dumb as that, anyhow!

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I played golf in a little tournament at my club on Saturday. It got me to thinking. I can remember when I could play a pretty decent game of golf. I can also remember playing with some old-timers back then. They were nice enough guys and it was enjoyable to be with them, but I wondered back then why anyone would keep playing golf when they really couldn’t hit the ball very well anymore. Now I am one of them and I wonder why anyone would suggest I stop playing this wonderful game.

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I’m going downtown tonight. I’ll have a birthday drink with a friend and then, for my birthday, my wife is taking me to Target Field for a Twins game against the Tigers – that’s, of course, if the Lord is willing and the creek don’t rise. This makes me wonder why anyone would ever use an expression like that.

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