Three hours before game time at Midway Stadium on Thursday seemed to follow the same familiar ritual the St. Paul Saints have followed for the past 22 seasons as they prepared to face the Winnipeg Goldeyes.
Players, arms crossed and talking, stood scattered around the tarp-covered field under an intermittent drizzle and dreary-gray skies.
The first hint of barbecue smoke wafted from the nearby parking lot, signaling the arrival of the early die-hards, like the Miller family, who have been coming here since Day One. Manager George Tsamis pitched to a young ball boy in the netted half-cocoon of the batting cage, who soon gave way to the burly players, getting down to the serious business of hitting baseballs. And, of course, a Union Pacific train rumbled noisily just past the Leinie Lodge and SS Porkchop seating area in left field.
As the parking lot filled and fans lined at the gates as the clock ticked to game time, accompanied by a live rock band, it soon became clear there was a change in this night’s pregame ritual: this was Midway Stadium’s last night.
The arrival with a flourish of Mike Veeck, Saints president and co-owner, and actor Bill Murray, also a co-owner whose apt job title with team is “team psychologist,” signaled a special farewell was in the works. “Go Out With a Bang!” was the night’s theme, and neither the specter of the stadium’s imminent demolition nor rain dampened the mood.
Though Thursday was the closing of one chapter in the Saints’ long history in St. Paul, it was also the last step toward a new era with the opening next spring of the team’s new stadium in the city’s Lowertown neighborhood of downtown.
“Opening Day in 1993 was exactly like this — overcast and a little cold,” said Veeck, as he and Murray stood at the gate, taking tickets. The process was much slowed as Murray patiently mugged for selfies and joshed with the fans, who tended to bypass Veeck.
“Hey! There’s other people taking tickets, too!” hollered the ever-ebullient Veeck, in mock indignation. “I guess my last movie didn’t do so good.”
The Saints built their success — in the face of some skepticism, Veeck said, even from his own mother — with quirky, family-oriented entertainment woven in with quality baseball. Arriving at a time when the Twins were playing indoors and not too well, tailgating and outdoor baseball was a major appeal. A pig brought out baseballs to the umpire (this year, it’s Stephen Col-boar); a nun offered in-game massages; promotions were imaginative and funny. And it didn’t hurt that they won the league title that first season.
Replicating what built that unique success in the new downtown location poses a new challenge, one of which Veeck is very aware. But he is confident in the formula. Veeck, noting he risked everything on this independent baseball venture, recalls ticket lines extending to Snelling Avenue several blocks down Energy Park Drive from the stadium. Even the team, he said, was not ready for that first surge of success.
“My mom, by the third inning of that first game, was going ‘You know, this might just work,’ ” he said. “And she was right.”
Pointing to the eager fans, Veeck said it’s they who have made it a success. The Saints have been built as a team “of the people, for the people and by the people,” he said. “As long as the people come, the bricks and the mortar don’t matter.”
Stew Thornley, a local baseball historian who has written extensively on the old Saints and Minneapolis Millers teams, said Veeck gambled a lot by bringing a baseball team into a major league market.