a twins fan since the early '60s, my boyhood favorites included tony o and mudcat grant. i witnessed a massive upper-deck harmon homer among many games at the met and still recall racing out of my grade-school classroom only to hear the wrenching news on the street: the twins had lost game seven to the great koufax. much of my iron-range youth was spent playing baseball with and against movie stars (slapshot) and olympic gold medalists (more hockey), which taught me at a young age that my abilities were a notch below major-league caliber. my college career flamed out before it began, but i wound up in the press box writing about mlb (and most other sports, prep to pro) for 10 years. i saw six world series games at the dome -- including two game sixes and two game sevens -- and my favorite team won them all. living in nyc in '91, i scored tix from a friend in the twins front office who was impressed that, on a hunch, i'd made airline reservations months in advance. for the last 20-plus seasons, i've been in portland, oregon -- where i played 15 years of adult baseball with and against a significant sprinkling of former minor and major leaguers, which allowed me to pitch 500+ innings but reconfirmed that my abilities were a notch below big-league caliber. now, five years "retired," i check out twins daily, well, daily. how lucky are we?