Since the last two games that I attended were minor league games, I was WAY overdo for some Major League Baseball.

I went to this game with my friend, Dirk, and like this game and this one, it was cap night….

 

 

We arrived at the gate at around 4:40 or so, and waited as patiently as we could for 5:00 to get here. When it finally did, we raced to the LF stands just in time to see this…. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mariners were just coming out to stretch.

So, that gave Dirk and I time to check the gaps and stands for balls, which we found none. The Rangers must not have come out for BP today. Oh well, they’ve done that before.

Once the Mariners started hitting, we weren’t sure how it was going to go for us. We had been to a BP earlier in the year where the M’s hardly hit anything into the LF seats. Griffey and Ichiro have no problem supplying the people in the RF seats with balls, but we were skeptical of the righties on the team. After the first 10 minutes or so, that skepticism would soon fade away.

Dirk and I positioned ourselves on the railing, one section over from the visitors’ bullpen. Like I mentioned, there wasn’t much action for the first 10-15 minutes, but after that we had some shots at balls. At one point we were as close as 2-3 feet apart, and at that point some high school-aged kid thought that would be a perfect place for him to stand. 

“Do you REALLY think you have ANY shot at a ball, standing between two adults with gloves?” That’s what I thought, not said.

I usually let a lot of things go, mainly to avoid any potential confrontations, but this kid was making it especially difficult for me to keep my mouth shut. All that came out of his mouth was negative. Some examples:

“Hey how ’bout a ball?” And when they would throw the ball in to the bucket, “Oh nice, real good. Way to appreciate the fans.”

Or when a player would go to retrieve a ball on the warning track, “I got jipped out of a ball earlier.”

Not to mention, he was responsible for Dirk and I both dropping a homerun ball. He bumped into Dirk and the ball fell in the gap, but Dirk was able to get it anyway. He bumped into me, and the ball skipped off the end of my glove and into the glove of a guy behind me.

First, don’t force your way into a space you shouldn’t be in, and then act like a (insert your own word here) while you’re there.

Second, no one gets jipped out of a ball. You either snag it, or you don’t. Plain and simple. Yes, I hold him responsible for missing a HR ball, but I blame myself also. I could’ve been more assertive, but that’s not who I am. I also don’t think that “entitles” me to whine to the players on the field like they owe me a ball.

Sorry for that rant, that guy just really got on my nerves.

Back to batting practice….

As I mentioned earlier, the skepticism in the M’s righties was short-lived. There were a lot more balls hit into the LF seats than we expected. Of course, there was a fairly decent crowd on hand, I guess because of it being cap night. So, our range was limited, leaving us to helplessly watch numerous balls fall into the gloves/hands of others.

At one point, a ball fell in the gap and Dirk gave me the heads up to go and get it. We take turns with gap balls, it’s kind of a routine between the two of us. So without any hesitation, I was on it.

I got to the spot where I figured the ball would be, looked down and scanned the area, and noticed the ball was in an odd spot. Here’s a photo I took a little while later to show the ball’s position….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This angle is actually looking down and to my left. The point of the arrow is in the exact spot that the ball was in.

The first plan of action was to get the ball out of that spot and into a position more directly underneath me. To do that, I had to lower my device (I decided to lower the device instead of my glove because it’s smaller, and I thought it would fit in that small space better) and swing it left to right approximately 6 feet. It was a little awkward at first, so it took me a few tries, and on the third or fourth swing I was interrupted by this guy….

 

 

Seattle pitcher David Aardsma.

He walked over and picked the ball up, and my first thought was “Cool, this guy’s gonna save me the trouble and just toss it to me!” 

Turns out I was wrong.

Mr. Aardsma proceded to walk back up the stairs that lead into the visitors’ bullpen and throw the ball as hard as he could back toward the bucket.

There were so many thoughts going through my head at that point, that I didn’t say a word. What could I say? He didn’t have to give it to me. I had no legal right to that ball. To say I was mad though would be an understatement.

Partly for the fact that I was wearing a Mariners hat!

Oh well, there’s nothing left for me to say, except….

 

 

 

 

 

Mr. Aardsma,

You have now been given a Zack Hample-esque “Powell Jinx”.

Consider this your official notification.

Thank you.

Anyways….

As numb as I was by this point, and as disinterested in BP as I became, I still managed to get 1 ball out of the gap. It helped, but there was still some pent up bitterness inside.

This ball turned out to be my 6th of the season, and 10th lifetime.

Batting practice ended with no more balls and no more incidents to report. It honestly couldn’t end fast enough.

We went and got our free drink vouchers after signing up to be designated drivers, cashed them in, and then got food. I had my usual cheese fries and Dr. Pepper, and felt much better!

We got to our seats with our food just in time for starting lineups and the national anthem. This was the awesome view I had from my seat….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nice.

I really can’t complain since Dirk bought my ticket, but still, how about a little “obstructed view” notice or something? Come on, Rangers!

The view of the game wasn’t really that bad, especially since the Rangers hit two homers on either side of us while we were out there. 

We stayed in those seats until the top of the 5th, when we decided to go for ice cream.

A little back-story….

The last time I was at a Rangers game, I made my own ice cream helmet sundae in a roundabout way, and I fully intended to do the same thing this time, until we walked up to the ice cream booth and saw an amazing sight. They were using these….

 

 

 

 

 

Woohoo!

I had no idea that a little piece of plastic could change my whole attitude!

 

After getting our ice cream, the next mission was to find a spot to eat it. Well, we found one. Section 15, on the lower level third base side, just past the infield. Here’s the view…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not bad!

One odd thing that happened while we there….

A foul ball was hit about one section over to our left, and a guy in an aisle seat stood up and put his glove up, and let the ball bounce right off of his palm. Nothing special, right? It happens all of the time. Well, just keep reading….

A little while later, with a different pitcher on the mound and a different batter at the plate, another foul ball found its way to the exact same guy, and once again he muffed it! It hit off of his palm just like the first one did, and someone else got it just like the first one.

How weird is that? I heard about a guy in Oakland that had a similar experience in 2006, but he had a better turnout.

I thought that was worth sharing. 

As the game wound down, instead of going behind homeplate like we usually do, I wanted to go over by the visitors’ bullpen to try and get a ball from the bullpen catcher. When we got over there, we saw this….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See the two pink backpacks? One is on the left end of the bench, and the other one is on the ground behind the white chair. That is “Seattle Mariner Rookie Initiation” at its finest.

I also saw this….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You see the ledge next to Phillips #62? Just in front of him, to the right? Knight helmets. I have no idea what those are for. More initiations? Maybe Mr. Todd Cook will leave a comment on this. He’s the biggest M’s fan that I know of. I’m curious to know what’s up with those.

The game was exciting from a Rangers fan point of view. Derek Holland pitched a perfect game into the 5th inning when he gave up the only Mariner hit until the top of the 9th.

Michael Young hit two homeruns, and Hank Blalock, Jarrod Saltalamacchia, and Marlon Byrd each hit one out to give the Rangers a 7-0 lead.

Holland retired the first two batters in the top of the 9th, then walked one and gave up his second hit of the game. Rangers manager Ron Washington made a pitching change with 2 outs in the 9th.

Warner Madrigal came in, walked one to load the bases, gave up an RBI single, then finally got the 3rd out.

Holland struckout 10 batters on the night. Rangers win 7-1.

Here’s a photo of the ball I got, and also one of some tickets I found after the game….
 

Time of game: 2 hrs. 20 mins.

Attendance: 23,949

Next game: Mon. 8/17 vs. the Twins

And for the record – I didn’t get a ball from the Mariners’ bullpen catcher like I had hoped. 

One parting shot of the Mariners’ bullpen guys walking off the field. Sorry for the blur, but I zoomed in as far as I could….