Father's Day was over a month ago, but my gift from my family came the first week in July. When asked what I wanted or needed for Father's Day, I had a difficult time coming up with anything. Golf balls always instantly pop to mind, but I have three ice cream pails full of every variety you could ever think of, as well as a couple of boxes of new balls. Then my daughter suggested attending a Twins baseball game. Unfortunately, all dates we tried to come up with conflicted with other already-scheduled events. That didn't deter me. When it comes to baseball I can always come up with an idea. "I've never been to CHS Field in St. Paul to see the Saints play," I said. "Done!" was the response. And this time, my daughter and wife didn't have any problem finding a date that fit into the schedule. So, July 2, we headed to St. Paul to take in our first game at CHS Field. However, as we walked in the gate a little before 6:30 p.m., for the 7:05 p.m. start, players were on the field in pregame warm-up formation. Moments later, they were playing ball. I looked at the scoreboard and it showed they were in the fourth inning Did we miss the starting time? Nope. The previous night's game was rained out and they were just beginning to finish that game. So, we got more than we bargained for. We saw the final five innings of the previous night's game and then, after a half-hour break, the Saints and the Lincoln Saltdogs returned to the field for a seven-inning contest. I used the finish of the first game to eat and walk around the ballpark to check out the offerings. They certainly didn't miss a beat with CHS Field. Everything is top notch and beautiful. The one thing I didn't get to was the museum. That will have to wait until another trip back to the St. Paul ballpark. If there was one drawback, at least for me, it was the burgers. They weren't my favorite. On the other hand, my wife and daughter reported that the Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches were excellent. I was in too much of a hurry to eat instead of checking out all the available fare first. Again, next time. The game was fun and the between-innings activity entertaining. I'm a baseball guy at heart and while I don't mind distractions between innings, I don't care for them during the game. I like to keep score and focus on the game. So, it shouldn't have come as a big surprise that the nerdish man and woman who were entertaining other fans around the ballpark weren't entertaining me. On the upside, I think they could see I was more interested in the game than them and they left me alone. Our seats were in the front row of the lower second tier of seats between home plate and the Saints' first base dugout. I thought it strange that we got such great seats. However, we later realized why. The fan a few seats to our left was constantly banging his drum throughout the game. While entertaining to those he was with, it got to be quite annoying by game's end. Son, Tim, who sat closest to the banging said it was tolerable until the people sitting between him and the tub-thumper left. He had a headache by game's end. Well, there are just some things you can't plan on. The game was still a lot of fun and we'll no doubt get back there in the future. But that was only half the fun. The following day we took in the 3M Open pro-am. More next week.