Somewhere in a small town, there’s a unique service available where you can discreetly leave some cash under a rock, and a friendly guy named Timmy will gladly take care of your unwanted items, like your mice dropping and urine-soaked oven, no questions asked. That’s how my morning started, and I must say, it’s been quite eventful. How has your day been so far?
A long drive into Seattle and a reminiscent look at my old exit off Southcenter Blvd means Dave and I are headed to a Mariner’s game child-free thanks to Grandma and Grandpa.
Once we manage to navigate through the traffic and find a free parking spot in some secret back alley (using my spidey senses, of course), our next mission is to grab dinner from a delightful lady at a hot dog stand recently recommended to me by a friend. I can already imagine sinking my teeth into a juicy Seattle dog – yes please on the cream cheese! – but we’ll have to endure the traffic a little longer.
As we walk the bustling Emerald City, my senses are overwhelmed by a mix of smells – the scent of freshly laid railroad tar, the mouth-watering aroma of fried food, and even the booming voices of men on bullhorns, offering their advice on how to escape the rapture. Seattle never fails to make an impression!
This game marks my first experience with the pitch clock, adding an extra layer of tension to an already thrilling 3-3 match. With each pitch, a fifteen-second countdown begins, intensifying the atmosphere in the stadium.
Did you know that each player has their own entrance song when they step up to bat? Well, for Jarred Kelenic, it’s John Denver’s classic hit, “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” Even after the song ends, the fans continue to sing along, creating a lasting connection amongst us all. It was even more magical when an overturned call ruled him safe at second base, and the song played again and as the next batter drove him in for a run, we all belted it one last time. What fun!
The mood in the stadium has shifted, becoming lighter and more jubilant as our team takes the lead with a score of 6-3. And to add to the sensory pleasure of the moment, Dave fulfilled my desire with mouthwatering garlic fries.
And it’s one of those perfect summer nights. Sixty-five degrees at 10:00 pm and still light out makes one want just one more drop of it’s deliciousness.
Maybe one short swing in the hammock before bed will do it. I hope your day went well. Love, Jaclynn
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