Holy cow, did you see that World Series?! It’s been nearly a week now since the Chicago Cubs broke the curse of the goat and brought home the title, and it’s taken me almost that long to come down from the excitement. Now, don’t get me wrong, Sara and I are huge Minnesota Twins fans, but we were rooting hard for the Cubbies. Chicago is a great city, and we’ve got some great friends there. And Cubs fans have been waiting for this for a loooong time. Literally their entire lives, in some cases. We’ve got a couple of good friends who don’t (currently) live in Chicago but who are lifelong Cubs fans, and the look of elation on their faces when the final out was recorded was pretty amazing.

Plus, if you like baseball as much as Sara and I do, it was a heck of a Series! I’ve long thought that all Americans should watch at least one game of the World Series all the way through each year, and if the Series goes to Game 7, as this one did, everyone should be watching. This year that was especially true, as there were two great teams battling it out, and this year’s Game 7 turned out to be the second most exciting Game 7 in WS history. (After Game 7 of the 1991 Series, in which the Twins vanquished the Atlanta Braves—that was also the greatest all-around World Series of all time, in my opinion.)

This has all been a roundabout way of saying: the Rostads love baseball, big time. While I was never that good at it myself back in the day—I discovered far too late that I should bat lefty—it’s still by far my favorite sport, both to watch and to play. Sara was a star pitcher and shortstop back in her softballin’ days, and to this day she’s just as big a fan as I am.

Gettin' goofy at Target Field with Lee's brother (and future-baby's uncle) Chris, summer 2016
Gettin’ goofy at Target Field with Lee’s brother (and future-baby’s uncle) Chris, summer 2016

No matter how the Twins are doing in the standings, we still root root root for the home team with everything we’ve got. We love taking in games at Target Field, and singing, chanting, and clapping along with all the rally songs and cheers and whatnot that are a big part of the baseball experience. In all the games we’ve been to in our years together, I don’t think we’ve missed a single “Charge!” at the end of the doodily-Doot-doo-DOO fanfare.

While we’re incredibly enthusiastic, we’re also not so hung up on whether or not the Twins win that it takes the fun out of it. Win or lose, a day at the ballpark—or even a few hours spent watching the game on TV—is never wasted if you’re there to have a good time with good people. People who get mad and swear and let the actions of a bunch of dudes they don’t actually know affect their mood for the rest of the day are crazy! Though baseball is far more than just a game, it is just a game, it’s supposed to be fun!

Showing our niece (and future-baby's cousin) Gwen the ropes at Target Field, summer 2013.
Showing our niece (and future-baby’s cousin) Gwen the ropes at Target Field, summer 2013.

That carries over into games or sports or whatnot that you’re actually participating, too—winning is great, but playing should be fun, no matter what. Not to sound too cliché, but as long as you do your best, what more can you ask for? You can’t win every time, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

Sara and I get out to see the Twins as often as we can. We’re a relatively short drive from Target Field, and try to go to at least one game a month during the regular season. We’re even lucky enough to have a friend who works for the Twins, who sometimes gets us complimentary tickets to home games. We’ve even planned vacations to coincide with the season schedule so we can catch the Twins on the road—so far we’ve seen them play against the White Sox in Chicago and against the Mariners in Seattle, as well as a couple of spring training games in Florida last March.

Top: in Chicago, 2011 Bottom left: outside Target Field in MPLS, 2013 Bottom right: at spring training in Florida
Top: in Chicago, 2011
Bottom left: outside Target Field in MPLS, 2013
Bottom right: at spring training in Florida, 2016

I have no idea how many games Sara and I have been to together over the past 13-plus years. The Twins’ rosters have changed, the uniforms have changed, even the whole stadium changed, but one thing has remained constant—families in the stands, sharing America’s pastime. There’s definitely something about baseball that’s just more family-friendly than other sports. It’s not terribly violent, like football or hockey can be; it’s played outdoors in the fresh air, unlike basketball; and, though some people dislike the game’s leisurely pace, I for one like that it’s relaxed enough that you don’t have to watch every single second.

Even though the World Series just ended, and the Twins finished dead last in the 2016 standings, Team Rostad is already looking forward to next season. We’re especially looking forward to sharing our love of the game with our own little all-star.

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