James Shields warming up at the new Twins stadium. Not a great photo but maybe you can see the funny angle of the wall along the foul line. An usher described it as a ten acre stadium on an eight acre lot. We rode the light rail from our hotel to the stadium. People are friendly and helpful, and that's sort of why we gave ourselves a problem. Long story short, we bought tickets from a scalper who scammed us on the price and location of the tickets. He reminded me of the photos of Red Floyd or Moondoggy, middle-aged mid-Westerner, earnest, honest faces, helpful... yeah right. Real helpful. We know better, we know there's a law against scalping and we understand why the law exists. We deserved no mercy at all from the people running the stadium and we knew it, so we asked where we could buy new tickets that were not in the nosebleeds and we'd gladly pay for them, but they gave us seats in the bleachers, the lower level bleachers and they were wonderful seats. We're going back tomorrow and will try to buy seats in the same place, we liked them so much. Yes, we are in our 60s and have become idiot tourists, vulnerable old people helpless in the face of a flimflam man. I mean, my suspicion alarms were clanging like mad and I ignored them because Dave thought it would be ok and I know I'm too suspicious of people, and we were both stupid about the transaction. Now I want to find that guy and beat him to death with a program. The official who helped us expressed surprise that the tickets were not counterfeit, and then related his own tale of remorse after buying tickets for a Rangers game in Texas. It seems the tickets were stolen and he and his buddy ended up in security at the stadium, explaining to the police how they happened to have stolen tickets. The guy's a Baptist minister and his buddy was in seminar at the time, so the cops were amused.