These west coast late games were nearly impossible to watch back when I lived in New York and had a job that required me to be out of bed at 4am. The solution was easy: quit that stupid job, move to the left coast, and find work that lets me sleep in. When New York obliges transplanted fans with a regional visit, it’s my patriotic duty to make the 200 mile drive up I-5 to see the boys play ball.
Ms. AG and I arrived in the Seattle area last night and visited with some friends, one of whom is a disgruntled Mariners fan. It was a foggy day in Bellevue, Washington this morning. I was a little foggy myself, having enjoyed a fantastic dinner and a few bottles of wine at Daniel’s Broiler, an eatery that I highly commend. While I was enjoying one of the finer rib eye steaks I have ever tasted, twelve miles away across Lake Union Chien-Ming Wang threw another superb game for New York and the Yanks led by Robinson Cano piled on the M’s to make life miserable for King Felix. My friend’s disappointment was not at all slight, and my resulting fine mood made for brief conversation regarding baseball.
Today, Randy Johnson hurls for the Yankees. He has thrown superbly against his old team and is looking to improve on an unsteady start in which he allowed seven walks and five runs but got the win against Boston. Jarred Washburn has a .500 career record against New York and is having a rough year, going 6-12 with an ERA nearly a half point higher than his career average.
I am writing this update from our hotel and posting this game thread earlier then I normally would because we’re departing for SoDo and Safeco in a few minutes to take in the atmosphere, snap some pictures, and see what attention a Yanksfan t-shirt garners at the game. If you see garlic fries and ballpark bento being hurled at Section 134 you will know the attention was not positive. Photos tomorrow. Comment away.