I haven’t yet put together this week’s tacos which means, I probably won’t get to it until tomorrow. So I thought I’d tell you a little about our first Seattle Mariners game this past Friday.
We’ve been meaning to hit a game for years now, pretty much since the moment I found out my darling Husband had never been to a professional baseball gameHe didn’t grow up a baseball fan, raised by baseball fans. He didn’t grow up sleeping in a Dodger shirt three times too big. Or fall asleep in L.A traffic to the sound of Vin Scully calling the game on AM radio after being picked up for a weekend with Dad.He play with a mitt or bat or ball or batting helmet given away on family nights at Chavez Ravine. His great-grandfather didn’t help build that stadium with his own two hands.He doesn’t have memories of falling asleep in Dad’s lap and waking to the crack of bat or the roar of the crowd. Or watch the fireworks over center field. He doesn’t have a million memories all tied up with a team, a miracle season, a hundred national anthems and 7th inning stretches in a stadium he knows by heart.
I was nervous going to a new stadium. Not knowing what parking and lines and seats were like, I was nervous.I shouldn’t have been. Everything was great. It was a truly great experience. Awesome. Seats, atmosphere, food, comfort, ease … it was all good. Even got to see Felix pitch.
The only downer was that Seattle lost, but what cha gonna do? Still a very good night with Husband and Mama.