Ushersucks
When I was a small child, my father, grandfather and I would attend Mariner games with a determination wholly unwarranted by the team's uncanny ability to threaten the 100 loss threshold. What made these experiences worth it, aside from my now 92-year-old grandpa's awe-inspiring youthful exuberance, was the fact that the ushers would let us creep as close as we could to the field, in spite of the fact that we had super cheap seats.
Safeco Field is now reminiscent of those Kingdome dog days: last night's loss to the Angels was the most sparsely attended game I've witnessed since the dome imploded, which was plenty nostalgic. Not so nostalgic were the asshole ushers near the left field foul pole, who, despite entire sections reveling in emptiness midway through the game, would not let me and my companions sit there (not that there's anything wrong with those $7 center field bleacher seats, the second best sports deal in town, next to the Key Arena's upper rung). I recognize they're adhering to some sort of policy on high, but this is no way to build enthusiasm for a .500 team that trots out Miggy Batista every five games. Fuck.
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