Well, At Least It Was A Close Game, Right?

Brad and I had a date tonight with the Seattle Mariners. We bought terribly overpriced lower level (row 9 RIGHT in front of first base) seats that we had to sell our firstborn for but you are so close you can hear the players cuss and are put at risk of being wiped out by flying baseball implements which on it's own makes it totally worth it.

close enough to see Ichiro's butt cheeks

We used to buy the cheap seats about 8 miles up in the upper atmosphere. Then I made a mistake last season by sitting in the lower level. Once you go down there where you can actually SEE the game, you can never go back up to the bleachers.

It's against state law to go to a Mariners game without buying a classic "Mariner Dog" and a basket of the smelliest, strongest, burn-your-tongue (and everything else), tastiest garlic fries on.the.planet. You know it's good when people three sections away are looking around wondering WHAT is that lovely SMELL?

garlic fries that'll make you want to slap yo mama

In true Mariners fashion the starting pitching was awesome and our offense sucked big fat monkey balls weren't as good as they should be and we lost a heartbreaker against the Padres 1-0 tonight. Which, if you're like me, you go to the game expecting a loss. Kind of like going to the casino and expecting to lose your $20 and if you do win anything you are shocked and text all your friends and take a picture to post all over Facebook. OHMYGOD I can't believe this actually HAPPENED! Brad was pissed the M's couldn't even score one run but I tried to console him by saying "hey, at least we only lost by ONE. It could be a normal night where we lose by like 150".

So I bought this awesome natural disaster-sized fountain Pepsi in a souvenir Mariners cup that is all super-cool, and then after the game we were walking back up to the concourse and we discovered that a bunch of morons abandoned their super awesome souvenir cups at their seats, so we wandered around and snagged all that we could find (we went home with six cups). That's a pretty good consolation prize in my book.

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