Not so long ago, in a land not so far away, a decree was issued by Caesar Augustus that all baseball should be played under a plastic bubble. It was a dark time in the history of Minnesota baseball. The townspeople became angry and restless. They pleaded for a new stadium where they could see the sun again. There were protests. There were riots in the streets. They threw hot dogs at Chuck Knoblauch.
"We want outdoor baseball!" cried the angry citizens. "Give us a new stadium or we'll go play for the Yankees!" cried the players. "Give me outdoor baseball or give me death!" cried Patrick Henry. "Mr. Pohlad, tear down this bubble!" cried Ronald Reagan. "I don't know what we're yelling about!" cried Steve Carell.
And then one day the sun came out and there was outdoor baseball and all seemed right with the world. So I joined the clones and pulled my Twins jersey out of the back of my closet and headed down to see the 8th wonder of the world, and get a hot dog.
My impression: it's alright. Is it better than the Metrodome? Yeah, the same way Scarlett Johansson is better than your wife. But don't tell me to love it. I gave my heart to another 28 years ago.