Last night our fellowship attended the Mariners game. It started out with red carpet moment where Ichiro received his award for 262 hits. The national anthem was sung by a lady whose voice was solid except for that, oh, pathetic high note, which won’t be wining any American Idol votes. Imagine me hitting a high note with some pubscent falsetto. Ok, don’t imagine that. Anyway, on to the ballgame.
Gil Meche was pitching that night, and from the looks of it, he was pitching batting practice. From the top of the first inning, the Mariners were down 5-0. Sheesh. Learn how to pitch, boy! I was hoping the Mariners would claw their way back. First up, Ichiro!
And the balls comes to the plate! Ichiro is locked in! He looks at the ball! Swings! And…
…grounds out.
Ironically, after receiving the all-time hits award, Ichiro then goes on to get all of 0 hits that night. That’s right, zip, zilch, goose egg. Well, that pretty much epitomizes the night for the Mariners, as we see Brett Boone strike out (no surprise here):
And Beltre still in his HR slump mapping back to the beginning of Spring Training:
During the ballgame, some of the cleaning crew started messing around:
They thought their lazy butts would slip by unnoticed, but my hawk eye spotted them from a mile away and caught them on film! Slackers! Get back to work!
Then there was the wave. You can deduce how the game is going when people are paying more attention to the wave than the game:
But the take away from the game is… The Ichiro Bobblehead dolls!
Okay, so at least there was something positive from the game. E-bay, here I come!