Take Me Out to the Ballgame

So went to Safeco to see the Mariners play the Devil Rays last night. It was a good game. TB scored first and it took us until the 7th to tie the game up at 1. Then we go into extra innings. My group (me, my mother, my brother Luke, and our friend Eva) decide that we will stay for the 10th inning but not beyond because we're looking at more than an hour to get home, and that's once we get on the freeway. There's no way to know how long that will take.

So it's the bottom of the 10th, and Ichiro doubles. Yay! Then Jose Lopez sacrifice bunts and Ichiro advances to third. Yay! Then TB intentionally walks both Adrian Beltre and Raul Ibanez. My poor British mother does not understand the strategy of the intentional walk, and the rest of us are too pissed off to explain it to her. So, here we are, bottom of the 10th, tied at 1 with 1 out and the bases loaded. Who comes up to bat? That's right, it's Richie Sexson. The first pitch is a ball. Luke looks and me and says, "what if he hits a grand slam?" I reply, "that would be sweet." And on the next pitch, a fast ball, Sexson tees off, and it's gone, baby, gone. There was no question about it. The outfielders, the fans, the whole place knew that it was outta there! We screamed and yelled and carried on for a while. My throat's still a little raspy today, but I don't think I actually HAVE to speak to anyone, so it's all good.

All in all an excellent game.

And on the way up there, when we were sitting in disgusting traffic south of Tacoma, I asked the car my new thought. Basically it's this, when you see someone driving and talking on their cell at the same time, do you ever wonder if maybe, just maybe, they're having phone sex? Because maybe they are. There's just no telling. A few minutes after I pose the question, we notice a big-ass 18-wheeler (bigger and assier than a normal 18-wheeler) with his life views very prominently posted on the outside of his truck. Now I don't care what people believe, but if you advertise like that, people like me are going to make fun of you. It's an older guy, probably mid to late 50s, white hair, beard, overweight (but not in a Santa-like way), and he's on the cell phone. He was, to our view, bunging up the traffic anyway, so I said, "I bet he's having phone sex." To which mom replied, "with a man." Which, well, made us all laugh, a lot, particularly in light of the messages on the outside of this truck.

It's good to be with family and make fun of outsiders.

Currently Reading: Dangerous, a 3-in-1 collection by Nora Roberts (Silhouette rerelease).