I had my last American Indians class today, which is kind of sad. Dr. Tahm passed around muffins for us, and we discussed the episodes of My Wife and Kids and King of the Hill we had watched in class earlier. We peer-reviewed our papers, then Dave Larsen taught us a native dance, which was kinda fun. Around 17:00 we all met at Crossroads to carpool up to the Twins game. We had this white huge-ass, fifteen-passenger van for the ten of us. We talked and played some random car ride games on the way up, like Ten Fingers and Jacob was singing almost the whole time. He would just randomly break out into song. He's so crazy; I love it. Too bad we didn't meet earlier in the year. With $7 tickets we were obviously up in the nosebleed section, but it was alright. I'd never been to a pro sports game before. In regards to that, Jacob said, "So you're losing your Twins virginity? I'm glad I was here for it." I actually didn't pay as much attention to the game as I would have if it were, say, a Maverick hockey game, but still. The Twins won. That's good. I took close to 60 pictures of the game and my friends being generally crazy. For the first inning or two me, Jenny, and Laura were sitting with Pastor Elaine, Christine, Kris and Sam above center outfield, but then Jenny found Jacob, Andy, and Wes with the binoculars, sitting by the first base foul line. So we went over and sat by them, and the fun began. We got in the van to ride back to Mankato when Andy spoke up from the back, "Hey, could we get a pit stop by any chance?" We stopped in Shakopee at a McDonald's so people could go to the bathroom and buy pop and ice cream. We did a lot more talking, telling stories, and singing on the way home. I'm really going to miss Crossroads over the summer. How priorities change, hmm?