April 12th, 2010If you have lived in the northwest, or anyplace in the United States of America, it is almost impossible to not know what the game of baseball is. As a child, a ballpark is your palace, it is the king's house, a place where all dreams can come true, where you see yourself leaping the wall to make a game winning catch or hitting the game winning home run over the left field wall. I have visited several ball parks over the years, but there is no place like Safeco Field.
From the moment you drive by
on I-5 you can smell the unique aroma of garlic fries and Pyramid Ale. It is a stadium which is unique in its own right; unlike many other stadiums throughout professional sports, there is a not a bad seat in the house, every chair has an unbelievable site line.(Including these ones from the concourse just above the visiting bullpen in left field.)It is that time of year when every thing is right with the world. When young and old can come and gather in a collective harmony to cheer on the boys in blue and white. It is baseball time in the northwest. Go Mariners!
There is nothing like that late inning come from behind win, everyone cheers, the rally caps are in full force, from ages 9 to 90 everyone is standing, hearing the crack of the bat.
A Mariners game is not only about the game played between the lines. It is about the experience, the smell of the peanuts, hot dogs, of the fresh cut grass, the game within the game, who is pitching today, is the roof open or closed.
Walking into the gates of Left Field with 10,000 of your closest friends.
A Watchful Wanderer
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