We returned from vacation last week. Going to see the Twins play
baseball on Target Field, one of our highlights.
The first night, we thought we would be rained out.
But the rain finally slowed and they started the game.
Good thing we purchased rain ponchos.
We made good use of those at one point in them game.
I thought it fitting to go see the Twins this year since they are doing so well and are my husband’s favorite team. Growing up, the only team his transistor radio brought in was the Twins. Needless to say, they became the ones he rooted for. Later, the Cardinals became a close second.
The first year we were married the Twins won the World Series. That was the year I learned all about baseball. It was a fun year and it’s fun to see them going strong again this year.
But a funny thing happened on the way to getting married. In between a young boy rooting for his favorite team and a bride learning to love the game alongside her husband one of the years the Twins were number one.
It happened like this…
In the part of the country and year we married, having a groom’s cake at the reception was popular. This would be a cake that in some way highlighted something the groom enjoyed. I knew exactly what I wanted for my groom’s cake. The theme had to be baseball.
Since we lived halfway across the country from the location of our blessed event, I communicated this information long distance through my mother to the cake decorator. She designed a cake with a candy baseball cap and an icing bat on top. She just needed to know which team to design it after.
“St. Louis is his favorite team.”
“Are you sure? Once I make the candy hat, it will be too late to change it.”
I was confident I knew my man. The colors would be red and white, the colors of the St. Louis Cardinals.
Two weeks before the wedding, I flew from to my hometown where the wedding was to take place. My then fiancé drove down to join me a week later. He stopped in St. Louis and picked up a gift for me; a Cardinals baseball shirt and cap.
When he gave them to me, I pulled on the cap and grinned. I had called it well.
A few days later Kevin entertained my parents with stories of growing up listening to Twins baseball on the radio. “The Twins are my favorite team.”
I turned my head quickly. “No they’re not.” I quipped.
My fiance looked at me strangely. “Yes, they are.”
I gulped down my mistake. I had wanted the groom’s cake to be a surprise. Should I tell him or wait? I can’t change the cake at this point. I shrugged my shoulders and let the moment pass.
After the ceremony in a local rose garden, the wedding party arrived at the church for the reception. We milled around as we waited the guests to arrive. When my new husband saw the groom’s cake his eyes widened in understanding. “That’s why you refused to accept that my favorite team was the Twins.” We had a good laugh together as we still do to this day when we recall my mix up of just who exactly is his favorite team.
What is your favorite team/sport?
