Viewpoint: Metrodome was home to memories galore
The date on my oldest Metrodome ticket stub reads May 17, 1983.
I’m well past the point where I can determine if it represented my first-ever game there, so I just assume it does.
Yet there it remains – testament to the fact that the stub wasn’t exchanged for the convenience store pastry advertised on the back.
I’d love to be able to say I remember the experience – a Twins-A’s game – with total recall. I don’t. Come on, I was 7. Give me a break.