Season Opener: The Eagle Has Landed

You don’t see this every day.   And it is my hometown Twins home opener.

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  1. Malta says:

    That is the coolest, most positive thing I’ve seen in a long time. God is good!

  2. Malta says:

    Birds of prey really fascinate me. I used to live in a little town named Lamy, south of Santa Fe, NM. There’s a deconsecrated former-Catholic church there; in the bell tower lived a horned owl which ate cats. Everyone in that community was wondering why their cats were disappearing. But we discovered dozens of cat-collars in that bell tower. That owl was feasting on cats! Crazy stuff.

  3. JustaSinner says:

    What are the last two words of the National Anthem?

  4. Michael Haz says:

    If he throws a no-hitter this week, every MLB pitcher will want his own eagle.

  5. Ellen says:

    I love this. I never saw a bald eagle when I was a kid, and now I see them fairly frequently. Magnificent birds!

  6. teomatteo says:

    “You who play in the boundaries of the Park,
    Who abide by the rules for play.
    Say to the sky, ‘Our Venue’,
    My team may boom or bust. ”

    Where is Fr Ferguson when i need him?

  7. I’ve heard that if it poops on you, that is considered good luck.

    In some places.

    So I’ve heard.

  8. poohbear says:

    How awesome that would be! Challenger is imprinted on humans and wouldn’t harm one. He’s a beautiful eagle too. And the pitcher’s cool as a cucumber reaction is priceless. You can read Challenger’s story here:

  9. ReadingLad says:

    And here’s me thinking this post was going to be about the Masters and whoever claimed the first eagle!

  10. Semper Gumby says:

    Well done to that calm player and Well said to JustaSinner.

    During the long, dark days of winter while huddled ’round the woodstove the fine sport of Curling keeps us awake and alert at times. Though, to avoid lapsing into a slack-jawed stupor and tumbling face-first into the fire, it takes Tales of Yore and chunks of roast beast to set the heart a-beating and the mind ablaze. Yogi Berra and Roberto Clemente, Hank Aaron and Bob Feller, Cal Ripken, Tony Gwinn and Lou Gehrig.

    On Saturday in Spring a boy of ten throws open the curtains at sunrise to find the lark is on the wing, the dew is on the leaf, and the aroma of Neats Foot Oil rising from his glove. His parents watch in amazement as both breakfast and chores are dispatched with enthusiasm. Then, two steps and a jump off the front porch, trouble looms. Mary Lou across the street wants to be pushed on her tire-swing. The boy rolls his eyes, yet sets his bat and glove against the tree. Her peals of laughter and chatter added a little zest to the ripening morning, but, inevitably, within a couple of minutes, the boy’s mind wandered to his friends, the crack of the bat, and the taunting of pitchers. He hollered a good-bye to Mary Lou as he raced down the street toward adventure with bat and glove in hand. The air was brisk, the day was young, and athletic feats, tomfoolery, and caramel corn beckoned.

    There would be time later for Mary Lou (until her family moved), epic tales such as Beowulf and the Kings of Gondor, and then, one remarkable day, the TLM. But, first, the boy had to learn how not to be defeated by the Hidden-Ball trick. It ain’t easy. No one is perfect, even in the Majors one can still fall for the ‘ol Hidden-Ball trick:

    Uh-oh is right. No doubt his teammates greeted him in the dugout with hugs, a “There there now” and a cup of relaxing tea. Nay, nope, nada. Silence. Then a light punch to the shoulder and a cup of Gatorade by the best friend. And on with the game. Virtus tentamine gaudet. Strength rejoices in the challenge.

  11. Beachpig says:

    Best part of the whole story is that Paxton is a Canadian! Eagle was on the attack!

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