{"id":82,"date":"2010-05-09T22:29:22","date_gmt":"2010-05-10T05:29:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/landguppy.com\/eatreadandbeharried\/?p=82"},"modified":"2010-05-09T22:29:22","modified_gmt":"2010-05-10T05:29:22","slug":"im-a-sucker-for-a-good-game","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/landguppy.com\/blog\/im-a-sucker-for-a-good-game\/","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;m a sucker for a good game"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I know there are moms who&#8217;d rather die than spend Mother&#8217;s Day at a ball park, but I&#8217;ve been a baseball girl since &#8212; well probably before I was born. I wrote a little about it <a href=\"http:\/\/landguppy.com\/pdf\/SeatownDiary.pdf\">once <\/a>for Seattle Metropolitan magazine, although that piece is more about my dad&#8217;s love of the game than mine. So today we went to Safeco Field for a game pitting the last place Mariners &#8212; who had dropped eight straight &#8212; against the only slightly less sucky Angels, who had been dropping games like fly balls until they came to Seattle. If we didn&#8217;t win this game, we would have dropped an entire home stand. And this is a team that was reputed to be pretty good. Oy!<\/p>\n<p>Still, you go, you hope, you learn a few things. Here&#8217;s what I still know about baseball:<\/p>\n<p>1. There are no bad seats at Safeco. The view below? From the upper half of the 300 level.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_86\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-86\" style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/landguppy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/fromphone-0292.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-86\" title=\"fromphone-0292\" src=\"http:\/\/landguppy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/fromphone-0292.jpg\" alt=\"Springtime in Seattle\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"http:\/\/landguppy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/fromphone-0292.jpg 1600w, http:\/\/landguppy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/fromphone-0292-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/landguppy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/fromphone-0292-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-86\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Springtime in Seattle<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>2. If it&#8217;s a warm day in Seattle, the wind off the sound will make it will be cold where the sun isn&#8217;t shining at Safeco. If it is a warm day in Seattle, it will be hot where the sun is shining. If it&#8217;s a cold day in Seattle, it will be hot where the sun is shining. If it&#8217;s a cold day in Seattle, it will be frigid where the sun isn&#8217;t shining. However, nothing here is ever as cold as Candlestick Park, anywhere, in any season.<\/p>\n<p>3. Don&#8217;t believe anyone who says they don&#8217;t like kettle corn. They lie. It&#8217;s crack to the entire population of the world.<\/p>\n<p>4. If you send Husband out with all the cash so he can find the Peanut Guy and get his warm peanuts, he will come back with a beer because he couldn&#8217;t find the peanut guy.<\/p>\n<p>5. If you asked him to get you a taco salad at the same time, he will come back with his beer.<\/p>\n<p>6. You can&#8217;t hear your phone ring in a ball park, so you don&#8217;t know that they are out of bowls for taco salad, and Husband doesn&#8217;t want to screw up and get something you don&#8217;t like. So he buys a beer. For himself. He does offer you a sip though.<\/p>\n<p>7. Anyone who thinks we should have aluminum bats can&#8217;t hear. The sound of the crack of ball on wooden bat is a beautiful thing.<\/p>\n<p>8. It doesn&#8217;t matter where the seats are, you can always see the ball better than the umpire.<\/p>\n<p>9. If you don&#8217;t swing at a pitch, you have no chance of hitting it; and if you strike out looking twice in a row and are batting below the Mendoza line, the manager should sit you down. Dammit.<\/p>\n<p>10. Griffey is still fun to watch. He&#8217;s a little older, a little slower, and God forbid someone should show him a fastball, but he&#8217;s got a sweet swing.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, and we won, 8-1.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know there are moms who&#8217;d rather die than spend Mother&#8217;s Day at a ball park, but I&#8217;ve been a baseball girl since &#8212; well probably before I was born. 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