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11,696 Days Later

The last time I went to a Mariners game – in Seattle – was September 20, 1986. Mike Trujillo, a journeyman who over seven seasons has an exactly .500 record and a lifetime 5.02 ERA, had the night of his career pitching a complete game 1 hitter against the defending champion Royals.

In the early 80’s, I attended a lot of games at the Kingdome. Not just the M’s. I went to see my beloved Broncos and I even caught a Utah Jazz game there as well as Oklahoma in the Sweet 16. Mariner games were my staple. I live and died with a team that had almost nothing to offer except for cheap tickets and Alvin Davis.

To be sure, there were some fun times. The first week of 1985 was like heaven. Gorman Thomas was as cool a thing as there could be. Add in a work schedule change and I made it to five of the first six games that year.

I learned to love the Mariners. While “My Team,” the wife of my youth, the Dodgers, continued to be important to me, they were in the NL. So I had no real issues with slowly becoming a passionate Mariners fan.

In 1987 I was transferred to Virginia. One of my first weekends off, I went to Baltimore and watched Jim Presley crush a ball into the thick night air that – for all I know – is still flying. In 1988 I again made a trip to Baltimore and watched my M’s crush the hapless Orioles.

Then it was on to Atlanta, and by then the Mariners had receded into baseball irrelevance, until one magic season and month in September of 1995. None of my friends, or my then wife, could believe that I cared about them. The Braves, you know… But I did. On that fateful day against the Angels, I sat in my den watching and chewing on my fingernails until Joey Cora gave me a reason to leap for joy. And we all know what happened in the playoffs. Oddly enough, I was at Game 6 of the World series and I just kept wondering what it would have felt like had it been the M’s instead of the Indians.

Now, 11, 696 days later, I was back in Seattle for an M’s game. As fate would have it, the Mariners got off to a big lead, slowly choked it back and then ran away with it at the end. Everything that a Mariners game has come to be for me.

The “new” stadium is amazing. The term “Baseball Cathedral” is thrown about, but that was the feel for me. It was beautiful and wonderful and full of sights and sounds that overwhelmed my senses. Our seats were in the second row just behind third base and to the left of the dugouts. As one gal next to us proclaimed, “You can see each individual blade of grass from here!”

After the 4th Inning, we decided to go walk-about, ending up in the Hit-It-Here Cafe where we had a beer and some snackage. The Beer was expensive – obviously – but a vast improvement in quality since 1986. The food was what you would expect, although I would say that the portions were larger than I have seen in other Ballparks, making the “Theme Park Pricing” seem a better value than

Ryon Healey

other places.

We hung out up there watching the game for a couple of innings, then headed back down to the 100 level.

Overall the experience was marvelous. There was one particular moment that resonated with me, and I am actually glad that I was not able to get my camera out in time to catch it.

I love baseball. Above all, I love the game. Yes, I prefer a world where the Mariners and Dodgers meet for a seven-game World Series every year, but the game is what matters. I love people who love the game, regardless of for whom they root. My favorite current Mariner is Ryon Healey – because I have followed his career since I was producing the Stockton Ports radio and he was hitting bombs out of Banner Island. I love Dee Gordon’s smile, Jean Segura’s passion, Wade’s curveball and who could not fall in baseball love with Guillermo Heredia?

The Rangers have a player who is at the end of his career. A guy we’ve watched pitch for twenty-one years. A guy who makes us laugh and smile and enjoy the game. Bartolo Colon, “Big Sexy,” is everything that I love about this game. As the top of the 1st ended, the Rangers Bullpen pitchers left the dugout to make their way to the left field pen. Colon, wrapped in a hoodie, paused by the stands right in front of us, that big smile easily recognizable. I said, “Hey! Big Sexy!” He smiles and reached into his pockets, pulled out three signed baseballs and handed them to the kids in the row ahead of us. He smiled and shook hands with one of the dads, and then left for the Bullpen.

The Mariners won the game, but baseball won the night.

So happy to be back, so ready for next season already, and happy to be a Mariners fan.


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Always Something New, Almost Always a Heartbreak

The new right knee

So I cannot go to the game tonight. Which is, of course, disappointing. At the same time, this has been a great first week of the 2016 MLB season, having watched more games these past few days than I have since 1985, when USS Michigan went to 12 hour shift work and Bob Langworthy and I went to all five of the first six Mariners games that season. By the way they opened the season 6-0. Probably because of our attention.

Tonight opens the MiLB season, with the Ports hosting the Nuts and the Rainiers hosting Albuquerque. We didn’t get moved to Tacoma because of my knee replacement surgery, and that same surgery has me sidelined and unable to attend the Ports game. Actually  could probably sit there are watch but folding myself into the car is basically the most difficult thing in the world to do right now. So a 15 mile drive to the stadium would pretty much kill me right now.

The Rainiers have a solid roster this year, with one of my favorite recent Ports, Boog Powell, roaming centerfield and with a decent chance of moving up to the Mariners this year.

The Ports have a roster of names I will get to know again, some of them highly touted prospects some of them not so much but all with the promise of a new seasons start in what is – outside of the Majors – the most competitive level of baseball.

I heard someone say last week that AAA Baseball is the “most bitter” level for players. Either they are so close or trying so hard to stay up that the whole AAA is a seething mass of players who all think that they should be in the majors. Attitude goes a long way in baseball, and I think that sometimes you really can see that in AAA.

In High A Ball, I’ve come to see it as really the “make or break” level. If you don’t succeed at High-A there’s not much point in sending you to AA. Going back down to Low-A can be beneficial in some cases, but you can really see that pressure on the players and the pressure they put on themselves too. It makes for some o the most intense and competitive baseball I’ve seen. And given that “winning” isn’t supposedly “the goal” in A ball, but rather player development, it magnifies each and every play, if not every pitch as saying, “Look at me, I am going to make it!”

So here’s to a new season of the grand old game, Majors, Minors and every other level there is. We’re all but guaranteed to see something we’ve never seen before. We’ll cheer the highlights, have great moments, and in the end, for most of us, the game will break our hearts, as Bart Giamati once said. But in any case, it always comes back with promise.

And a new season.

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Boog Business

Baseball, at the end of the day, is a business.

I get it. Believe me, I get it. I came to watch the game at the dawn of big free agent dollars, and I have long become used to the idea that players aren’t loyal to a city or an organization, and the era of the player spending his entire career with one team, one organization is now so rare as to be almost unheard of.

19667981376_1d3f465817_o_6kv15qyi_no03vp4jStill though, it hurts a lot to watch Hershel Mack “Boog” Powell cruise around Centerfield for the Mariners, making smooth as silk catches and be described by the broadcasters as “effervescent.”

I mean, he is. But seriously, this is another ex-Port A’s prospect that went away in the Zorbrist trade last season. Daniel Robertson, another highly touted A’s prospect went in that deal too. Combined with sending Addison Russell to the Cubs a while back, you have to watch these guys now and wonder what the A’s could have been this year and into the next years.

Watching Boog, Robertson and Russell play in Stockton was a joy. You just knew that all of these guys were going to make it, and someday you’d be able to say, “I was there in Stockton when…”

So yeah… it’s a business. The Mariners and Rainiers benefited in the end by getting Powell from the Rays for Logan Morrison which makes you wonder what the Rays are thinking, and he does look smooth and effervescent” in Center for the M’s.

And I was there when he played 14 wonderful games in Stockton. Then he got suspended and then he went down to Beloit.

It’s a business. Boog business. 

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