In these modern times for communication, there is no need for the current complainants to write a letter and attach a stamp. They can go to Twitter, or another outlet, and profanely bad-mouth the Pohlads when making their threats to never attend another Twins game with this ownership.
There is a huge difference between the Billy-ball threats of decades ago. Those were lovers of the Grand Old Game writing their letters. And even the contraction venom being expressed at the start of this century was based on a market where the Twins still were second in importance, behind the mighty NFL.
Now, we have the frightening sight of 18,000 people turning out for soccer games, to watch and to sing. And they are doing so out of preference, not to drink and perhaps to find temporary romance, as was the case with the youth that descended on the Met Stadium parking lot before (and during) Kicks games in the 1970s.
Yes, I’ve taken my fair number of shots at the Pohlads, with Carl being the lone two-time winner of the Turkey of the Year honor, and his grandson Joe having taken the honors in 2024 — but I don’t see these as baseball fanatics aiming obscene remarks at the Pohlad family name after Wednesday’s announcement they were not selling after all.
These were Twitter warriors, attempting to sound bold with their vile remarks.