The seats at Safeco are padded, provide cup holders, and space to pass by other fans, but tragically, the same drunken assholes attend no matter where you are. At least I didn't get beer spilled on me, which is about all I have to say about last night's debacle. Actually, I should probably thank the mouth-breathing, beer-swilling, compulsive smoker next to me because he distracted me from the horror on the field with his ear-piercing whistles (for no discernible reason), his repeated chants of "Let's go, Mar-ners," and his relentless attempts to teach his 2-year-old son how to boo. I'd agree that this was all sour grapes from a less than stellar Sox performance, but the guy was just as irritating during the four innings when the Sox were ahead. While I'm being pissy, I also hate the bullshit "entertainment" they throw up on the big screen between innings and pitching changes -- keep that crap in the minor leagues, please. Put up baseball stats or scores from around the league, but I really could not care less about which speed boat is fastest in some contrived computer-generated race.
Let's hope for something more positive tonight, or this is the last fucking time I see baseball in Seattle.
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