Free Baseball

Roll call: Scott Magner, Rick Pfeil, Oakland Athletics, Raul Ibanez and friends

Final Score: A’s 1, Mariners 2: Roof = Closed.

FREE BASEBALL! I talk Rick into coming to a game not on his list, and the rain begins. We don’t get too terribly wet, but the game is a real gem.

Freddy was strong. Really strong. 7 innings of shutout ball. Then, the bullpen comes on,
and what may have been the most dramatic catch in Ichiro history is taken away by a horrible, nasty drunken fan.

It’s cool to bring your glove to the park.

It’s cool to sit in the outfield and wait for a home run ball.

It is manifestly NOT cool to lean out over the railing, beer in one hand, the glove you’ve never used to play real baseball in your other, and STICK YOUR FRIGGIN GLOVE INSIDE A MAJOR LEAGUE PLAYER’S, and rob him of a catch.

Sit down, horrible, drunken fan. If I was in your section, I’d throw YOU back onto the field, and not the ball.

Oh yeah. She dropped it. She friggin dropped it, and then had the nerve to ask the grounds crew for the ball. Make reservations for the Spider-hole hotel, lady. Line up next to Bartman and make your last request.

Sigh.

M’s win it in 14, when the umpires spot a balk with a man on 3rd. Bret Boone, he can run those bases pretty good.

Raul Ibanez hits one out in the 8th, with Rick and I defining the landing area.

RAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL!

Record= Scott 3-3, Rick 1-1. Raul 2 for 2