Another ball game under our belt. Things of import:
- Apples
- Toss up ball catch
- Man it’s cold
- Light Rail catch
- Ball distribution
- Bus catch
- Soup
We got to the game a little early and decided to walk around inside the park. We headed up to the 3rd deck and walked around the concourse, mostly out of the rain. Near the kid’s play area they were handing out baseball sized boxes. Our first thought they were giving out whiffle balls to kids. But no, they were giving out apples, individually boxed. Sugar Bee apples to be specific.
There was a family sitting next to us, including a young girl, maybe 8 years old. They had homemade signs asking Julio Rodriguez, Ms center-fielder to throw a warm-up ball to them.Ā Before the start of 5th inning Julio threw the ball in our direction and Carl stretched to make the catch, and handed the ball to the girl. I’m not sure if his feet left the ground, but it was close.
One of the defining features of today’s game was the temperature, or lack thereof. It was in the 40s, and damp. š„¶Ā We shivered our way through 7 innings, and left with a 7-0 lead. We’re midway through the homestand and just wanted to be warm.
So we; Carl, Kevin, and I, headed for the light rail station. We were not alone. As we headed into the station we could see a train loadingĀ – so we “ran.” The first car was packed, so we kept heading down the train. About 3 cars down the doors started to close. I stuck my hand in and got the door to open so the 3 of us could squeeze in. Probably the latest catch of a train for me, although I did have a plane close the door just after I boarded once. It was crowded, but it was warm (body heat and all).
A few people disembarked at the next station. (Probably to catch the 2 line to Bellevue) With a tad more room a nearby family could let their 2 young kids sit. They were a bit fussy. So Carl reached into our bags and pulled out 2 baseballs he had brought with us, handing them to the parents for the kids. This kept them occupied until it was time to disembark.
Getting off at Roosevelt Station we had just enough time to comfortably catch the bus that shortened our walk from half a mile to 2 blocks. We did not have to jam our hands in the door to get on either.
After getting into the warm house our thoughts turned to dinner. After a bit of dithering we settled on soup. Canned soup, but nice warm chicken noodle soup. It warmed our souls.
And the baseball game was good, if you could see past your breath. Ms win 8-0. They’re 2-2 on the season. Acceptable.
Here’s hoping tomorrow’s game is a warmer win.
And for those who have been trying to figure out where to watch a baseball game on TV, I share the following.Ā The Mariners first 4 games have been on 3 different platforms.
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