Which, unfortunately, means I was at the Mariners/Yankees game.
I don’t understand Mariners fans who only go to MAYBE one game a year, who insist on seeing the Yankees. Or the Red Sox. It’s like: don’t you want to have a GOOD time at a baseball game?
People pick those games, because those are the teams they know. Those are the big, famous teams from the East who rarely come to town anymore, so they just have to see them in person if they’re going to go to a game at all. Maybe it’s because they hate those teams, and want to relish in beating those teams. But, regardless, they’re never prepared for the brutal onslaught of opposing fans in attendance.
There’s a reason these games cost more than regular games, and there’s a reason why they attract bigger crowds than regular games. And it’s not just the rubes in Seattle who root on the Mariners and never attend games. It’s asshole transplants, and worse: bandwagon jumpers.
Look, I get it if you live here and you don’t want to root for the Mariners. BELIEVE me, I get it. But, why would you immediately jump to the Yankees or Red Sox without a damn good reason? I’m not saying the only thing that’s sacred is to root for an underdog; but, there are plenty of good teams out there that aren’t the fucking Yankees and Red Sox! Root on the Giants! Or the Dodgers, or the Braves, or the Tigers. Plenty of other teams that are good on a near-yearly basis.
I didn’t want to go to this game last night. But, I was handed a free ticket to the Terrace Club, with a voucher for $8, good for food and/or beer. I’d need a good excuse to weasel out of this game, especially with my 82 year old grandmother doing the inviting. Why she picked this game, I’ll never understand.
I knew Masahiro Tanaka was going to wipe the floor with us! As soon as the Yankees scored their first run, I knew it was over. After they hit that 3-run bomb to go up 4-0: that’s when I spent the next hour wandering around the stadium. We left after the seventh inning, because that game was total horseshit. When I got home, I would be pleasantly surprised that Robinson Cano hit a 2-run bomb in the 9th.
In my hourlong walk around the stadium, I found the Mariners Hall of Fame. It’s REALLY tucked away in this little enclave with a bunch of restaurants with food nobody likes (vegan people, please …). I took some pictures because I was bored and sober at a Mariners game. They’re phone pictures, so they’re nothing special.
There were lots of full-body cutouts and mini-busts.
This was Ichiro’s bat and a game ball from the first game at Safeco Field.
Bob Wolcott really getting some air with that win in ’95.
I’m a sucker for old-looking baseball crap.
I really got into this Felix perfect game window.