Buy Me Some Peanuts To Make A Mess

Oakland Athletics 6 at Seattle Mariners 8

American League Baseball

Thursday 30 June 2022

Played at T-Mobile Park, Seattle

(The Voice Of The Mariners, Dave Niehaus, has a statue in the Park. Here he is, pictured in classic Carrier Bag Firm pose, compiling the Meaningless Bits Of Paper)

"Take me out to the ball game"

The song goes. You're supposed to get on yer feet & belt it out in the middle of the seventh.

"Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack"

The song continues. Tonight, matey in Row 10 peaked early. The point being, the Carrier Bag Firm were up there, in the 300s, $10 a ticket, on Row 10. We edged along…

" 'scuse me, pardon me"

… edging along. Lady points to coat on seat 11 …

"Let me know if you want me to move that"

Computes - if that's 11, you're sat in 10, and your large group seem to be in 1 to 9. Yet. Yet. I have 9 & 10. What to do?

"Well, I'm sorry, but I think you may be sat in my seat"

Consultations of tickets. Checking of numbers behind them. Glimpses at seats in front, behind, left, right.

"Is this Row 11?"

"No, sorry 10"

"Not 11? Which one is 11?"

Thinks - it's a fucking alphanumeric grid system, probs that one behind.

Then her colleague, matey in Row 10, Seat 9 (for which I have the $10 ticket) pulls out the master plan as he says to one of his many companions.

"We might as well stay in these seats, they're better…"

Yeah. Righto. Anyway. Eventually. All ten of them climb backwards into Row 11. Row 10, where they've been, IMMEDIATELY fills up with nice, polite people who've been waiting patiently for their seats to be vacated. But, he's left his calling card. He's seven innings too early, but he's fucking piled into the peanuts. All the shells, husks, rejects and associated detritus. Right at my feet. On my, correct, row. He then proceeds to peanut destroy Row 11. Before deciding he'll get a better view, and more room for peanut droppings on Row 12, so he climbs over.

"I don't care if he never comes back"

I pushed my American Beer Ticks up to 83 tonight in T-Mobile Park. The best one was…

10 Barrel Brewing Co. (Bend, Oregon), Apocalypse IPA on Keg at 6.8%

As you can see, taking a photo was impossible without "mateys peanut background".

Pre-first-pitch, I'd hoovered up the last of the "value beers".

Big Sky Brewing Company (Missoula, Montana), Moose Drool Brown Ale from a Tin at 5.1%

A smidgen of nice hazelnut off that one.

Dru Bru (Snoqualmie Pass, Washington State), Bavarian Hefeweizen from a Tin at 5.1%

Not bad. Banana all over it.

Oakland had a three run bottom of the fifth to make it 4 all. But, the Mariners, with a lot of error help from The A's took the game away in the top of the fifth. With a lovely comedy play.

I think the term the Americans use is - Little League Homer. The Mariners Cal Raleigh thunderbastareded one to centre field. Skye Bolt really should have tracked it down. But, he couldn't get out from under it & it bounced off his glove. Two Mariners scored as Bolt sorted himself out and relayed to Oakland's Nick Allen at second.

Cal Raleigh had basically already done the divey slidey at third base. Superb. A Triple to the wall. Two runs batted in. But, FFS, Nick Allen at second got it in his bean that there was a play at third. He turned and wallumped the ball past everything at third base to the fence.

Raleigh strolled in for that inside the park, error strewn, Little League Homer. And we were done.

Peeeaaanuts.

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