Suck it, Timlin!

I freaking love baseball. I grew up in Seattle during the Griffey glory years, and the Mariners have always been my team. I went to games in the crappy old Kingdome, and was lucky enough to never have a ceiling tile fall on my head. It was a risk you were willing to take, though, just to be able to witness this beautiful, perfect swing:



Amazing, isn't it? And in spite of all the injuries that sidelined him season after season, The Kid is still going to easily clear 600 homers this year. That's some pretty rarified air he's breathing--just him and 3 other guys. Maybe you've heard of them: Hank Aaron, Willie Mays, and Babe Ruth. Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa don't count, the filthy cheaters.

Anyway, in 2000 I moved to Boston and my heart made room for another team. Sometimes I suspect that my love for the Red Sox is more about my love for Boston itself and the wonderful years I spent there rather than any real devotion to the team. But like I said, I love the sport of baseball. I love the history of it, the records, the stats, the hot dogs, and all the rest. Fenway embodies all of that for me. The place is just dripping with history. It was so easy to catch Red Sox fever there. I wept, and I mean honestly wept, when they won the World Series in 2004. I'm glad nobody was there to witness the blubber-fest.

So when the Red Sox come to Seattle, I'm one conflicted girl. For whom do I root? Tonight I wore a Red Sox cap, but I gotta admit, I was happy that Seattle won. I mean, what a game! It's the bottom of the 9th, two outs, one man on base. Freaking Timlin intentionally walks Ichiro, thinking he can easily get Jose Lopez out. Lopez is like, "Ichiro ain't the only Mariner who cat hit a baseball, sucka!" and CRACK! he whacks one past my boyfriend, the George Clooney of baseball, Mike Lowell. It was such a good game, that I came right home and bought tickets for the next night. This time, I got the fancy seats. Who knows? It might be the night that Manny clears 500. I'm such a sucker for history-making moments.

Here are some pics from tonight's game:

My peeps (L to R) Shanon and Carrie



Hey, Boston friends. The next time you see me, you will probably ask yourself, "How did Randi get to be such a fat ass?" The following picture should explain it. And I ain't just splurging 'cause I'm at a ball game, neither. Meals like these are usually followed by a huge serving of regret, but I invariably turn around and do it again the next time. It sure was good, though. Love those garlic fries.



And here's a beauty shot of those fries.



Let's go Red Sox!



I love Safeco Field. It's a real beauty. If you're up in the nosebleed section, you've got the most perfect view of the city beyond the Safeco Field sign. The park is known as "The House That Griffey Built," but Griffey only played part of one season here. Apparently he has expressed a desire to come back to Seattle and retire as a Mariner. There's no doubt about it: I would wet my pants.