- @KennyOcker lol Fair enough. It's pretty cool, though. :) 10 hours ago
- @C_fromBothell I feel awful about stuff like that. There is nothing I can do, and it's only going to get worse over there. 10 hours ago
- @KennyOcker OMG why would you send me this when I don't have 80 bucks?!?!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! 10 hours ago
- This is horrifying, and it is happening right now: 2ndcouncilhouse.co.uk/blog/2013/06/0… 18 hours ago
- @fundmental Clearly. :p 1 day ago
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Moyer vs Hultzen Picture Post!
June 30, 2012Posted by on
I’m back! Two posts in one day; it’s like Christmas, but without the presents and baby Jesus and all the other cool stuff that makes it Christmas. So not like Christmas at all, really, and more like a sad little blog whose writer had some spare time on her hands earlier today during her lunch hour, and now wants to post some photos. Man, what a lousy Christmas. I’m sorry, you guys.
So as it turns out, I don’t have much else to say about last night’s game of much consequence. I didn’t follow baseball when Jamie Moyer was a Mariner, so I’m not sure I could really say anything that would do his career thus far much justice. All I know is that when he came towards the visitor’s dugout from the back of the field where he was doing warmup tosses with his catcher, he made his way past the home dugout by the third base line, and walked all the way around the inside of the field, rather than straight across it to the visitor’s dugout, and it sent a wave of respectful hysteria around the stadium. Moyer was modest, touching the brim of his cap just once before disappearing into the dugout before the game started and people sat down again; and he carried himself in an extremely understated manner throughout the game, with people standing and cheering after every inning, keeping his head down, his face obscured by the brim of his hat. When he was out of the game after the 5th, we got another light hat brim touch, but no curtain call, nothing further from Jamie Moyer. Part of me wanted more, but a lot of me is OK with what it was. It was quiet, dignified, full of…finesse. Maybe it should not have been any other way.
But you don’t want to read my silly blatherings, reminiscing about something I never truly experienced to begin with. You want pictures! You’re in luck, I have lots! Here we go!
I swear I didn’t take the photo above and then this next one on purpose.
I would love to post all of them, but I have to watch my space still until I can afford to upgrade. I didn’t have many pictures of the Rainiers themselves; I was so concerned that none of my pictures of Moyer would come out that I spent most of my time trying to learn a little bit about how he pitched and get the pictures I wanted of him, rather than take pictures of guys I can see any time and will definitely see again. I do hope that all five of you who still read me enjoy them, though I’m sad I could not bring more of the experience to life via photo. Next time, perhaps.
For now, I’m going to see how much of this already-tight Mariners/Red Sox game I can stay up for. I’m running on a little less than six hours of sleep, and Tom made delicious green chile for dinner, so I’m more relaxed than a person probably has the right to be. Hoping for a dramatic end that I can actually see. I’ll be at Safeco – again – on Sunday with my friend Eric and a bajillion other Red Sox fans. Looking forward to it; between that and going to watch one of my best friends Jeri skate tomorrow up in Everett, it looks to be an excellent sports weekend.