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Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Thanks to Rach's Dad being an excellent golfer, and his vacation coinciding with the tickets that he won in a tournament, I had a most excellent birthday present...
Two All-Star Suite tickets complete with parking pass for the Mariners ball game at Safeco field...
(Rach in: I still don't quite understand running around a manicured lawn whacking at a little white ball, but I'm sure glad you're good at it, Dad).
Wow were we treated in royal style - park, proceed up to the sky walk, quick camera bag check, and waltz right on into the suite…NO LINES!!!!!
As we walked in the Host and Hostess took one look at our trepidacious approach, sadly shook their heads and asked…First time here?????? We looked at each other and said…Yeah, up here.
(Rach in again: "trepidacious"?!?! Oh come on... I was totally embarrassing you dear... I was giggling and skipping and you only held my hand to keep me from introducing myself to everyone).
(Mr. Daddy in: You were worse than an excited teenybopper at a Hannah Montana concert, dear).
The nice gentleman took us firmly in hand, and began to explain the rules of the genteel class to a couple of backwoods three hundred level cheap seat rookies…
Over here we have the desert bar with seven different deserts with your choice of about twenty different toppings.
And here we have the bar, which you can start a tab or pay as you go, every thing else is compliments of the house.
Now down past the bar is the salad bar complete with crackers and cheese and just about any condiment that you could imagine for a salad.
Just on past that is the table with prime rib complete with the little guy in a big chef’s hat to serve you; steamed red potatoes and corn.
If the prime rib is not to your liking (but it is most excellent), we have a rosemary lemon chicken. These are all served though the seventh inning.
Along the wall was a complete bar with hotdogs and several assorted accoutrements to top off a Ballpark dog. Popcorn, both regular and
With that (and an order to pace ourselves because he expected us to eat all the way through the 9th inning) and a kindly smile, he sauntered away to greet other people.
After about a gazillion trips to the prime rib server and salad bar…(for me) Rach is too much a lady to make a pig or be gluttonous beyond reason.
(Rach in: I stockpiled my plate to the point where food was falling off it... and ate fast when Mr. Daddy made his multiple runs for more prime rib... he only thought I wasn't eating my way through it).
We were ready to go out on the balcony and enjoy the start of the game.
(Rach in again: I would have been hitting up more of the prime rib, if Mr. Daddy hadn't surreptitiously snuck a quart of horseradish under the bite he lovingly offered me, and sent me into a sneezing fit in our lovely setting. I love you too, honey).
I grab a bag of peanuts and a bucket of popcorn, (just to tide me over till later in the game when I could waddle my way back in and grab a Dog, with the works).
We make our way to our cushy seats and the place is immaculate. We look around, and Rach whispers to me go get us a container to put the peanut shells in… Now in my accustomed 300 level cheap seats we just shell them on the floor (right)???? What do you do in the posh section????? You listen to your smart wife and go get a container to up the shells in. RIGHT??????
(Rach back in: ladies, we all know that I "subtly" mentioned it to Mr. Daddy, he laughed at me, and I went and got it myself)
Every thing is going good until about the third inning when a guy and his mom show up and ask to be let in to the seats next to us. They sit down and he starts shelling his peanuts and just shucking them on the floor. This was way too much for my beautiful smart wife…
She leans over and in her best deaf whisper says: LOOK AT THAT SLOB, HE IS JUST THROWING THEM ON THE FLOOR….
Me: (quietly) yes dear I see that….
Thinking to myself: (self, I hope he didn’t hear that!!!!)
A couple of outs later, he leans over and says:::: First time here Eh???
Me: (rather dubiously) Yeah! Why???
Him: looking at our container of neatly stacked peanut shells…. Yeah I did the same thing the first time here, but one of the attendants came and chewed me out for cheating the help out of a job in these troubled times and dumped my whole bag of peanuts out and said…. The same rules here as out there for peanut shells.
Me: (snickering as Rach excused herself to the lady’s room…)
(Rach back in: ooooh! And that bathroom had lotions, mints, floss, hairspray and all the girly stuff!)
When she came back she ceremoniously picked up the container of shells and dumped them on the floor….
The guy started laughing.
I looked down and the woman in the seat in front of us had put her jacket on the back of her seat and it had slid off and was laying on the floor and Rach had dumped the whole batch right on her coat….LOL
We very quickly and quietly clean it off and slip back on the seat back, snickering and guffawing all the time…
(Rach in: Excuse me DEAR?!?! I was mort-i-fied... and you were laughing loud enough for a deaf chick to hear it in a stadium full of roaring major league fans. Yeah, I always know you got my back :P)
We settled into a comfortable routine and finished the rest of the game and had a wonderful time… (Rach still hasn't gotten her voice back).
Heavy sigh::::: I don’t think the I will enjoy the cheap seat as much ever again….