For a late father's day gift, I took Dad to yesterday's game at Safeco. Dad summed it up best. "I feel like I had a night on the town: chauffeured around, treated to dinner and entertained by a three-hour tragedy."
I hadn't planned on the last part, but there it was. On an otherwise perfect night for baseball, with a cool ocean breeze wafting into the stadium, the Mariners got shellacked by Cleveland, 9-0. The game might have slammed the door on their playoff hopes.
At least we each walked away with a Franklin Gutierrez bobblehead.
First, dinner at the Pyramid Brewery. We sat above the busiest kitchen in existence.
Down the third base line, during Cleveland's batting practice.
The view dead ahead.
Take it seriously.
Grady Sizemore, homebody, signs a few autographs before the game.
By the 9th, about half the crowd had disappeared. These lads were happy to grab front-row seats during the fateful inning.