And if seeing the new Target Field a million miles from Minnesota isn’t enough, you have all the information you could ever need at your fingertips. Home and away broadcast teams. Replays of the game’s highlights, seconds after they happen. Instant boxscore and an all-inclusive GameCast — with every nuance and every measurement you could ever want — just a click away. There hasn’t been something this blissfully bloated since Fat Albert.
And since you’re already on your computer, you can bump around all the online and expat communities that form around your team. Want to see who’s tweeting about Milton Bradley’s middle finger? Want to quip on your favorite squad-centered blog? Hell, want to just turn off the TV broadcast and stream the game from the home radio station’s website? You can do it, and you can all do it from the comfort of your memory foam mattress.
My roommates, god bless ’em, were patient with me that night as I waited out Ichiro’s heroics. I skipped across the sidewalk, recounting the scene for them over and over, grinning and gloating with glee. The smiled along, indulging me.
The next week, we planned for the same type of evening. I warned them the M’s would be playing again that night. Nestling into my bed, I flipped open my computer screen to take in the last three innings. I was ready for another go-round of baseball online, another round of Niehaus, another round of Mariners games where there were once none.
And then I realized they’d taken my laptop battery.
I guess some things never change.