The fact that I am having a difficult time grasping that it’s Friday already this week should give some indication of how fast this week has blown by. I missed getting to write in a timely manner about much of anything that happened over the past few days, and the only reason I’m even up early enough to make this post happen is because I randomly just woke up at 4 for no reason. I’m often thankful that nobody’s paying me to do this, as they would be severely disappointed in my general performance. But the swift passage of time is not all bad; it just means we’re closer to baseball and I didn’t even feel it. Only 7 more days! Five, if you don’t count the weekend. I’m trying not to. We’re so close!
I was at an event a few years ago where season ticket holders were given the opportunity to go up to the Terrace Club and watch the draft, listen to Jack Zduriencik speak, and hang out for a few hours muching on hot dogs, chips, and drinks while the draft occcurred. This was the gathering that became the reason that I am pulling for Mike Zunino so much. While we were waiting to get things started, the Aquasox mascot Webbly and the Mariner Moose were out on the left field warning track with a photographer, filming some sort of shenanigans that I believe eventually turned into an in-house inter-inning announcement for a new Webbly costume design. The Everett tree frog has always looked a little manic, but this suit was replaced by a larger, more athletic amphibian.
The other day was apparently Ichiro Day, marking 15 years since the now-Miami Marlin made his first United States appearance. Ichiro, at 42 years old now, is some 60 or so hits away from 3,000, a feat he will undoubtedly accomplish with the same understated grace with which he has done everything else in his career. His hit numbers took a pretty abrupt drop over the past two years, and last year his number was 91. There is no doubt that he will be able to reach his goal this year, so long as he continues to stay healthy. I will never not be an Ichiro Suzuki fan. I am hoping that when he chooses to retire, he will do something similar to what Chone Figgins did, sign a wee contract, and retire as a Mariner. He will surely go into the Hall of Fame as one, and I plan to be there when it happens.
I don’t know any of these guys, but they were at quite few games during the 2012 season, always singing the praises (or waving them around) of Kyle Seager and John Jaso, and maybe one other player (their alphabet was small, but large). I don’t think they have done this since that season, which is a shame. Fans like this give a stadium great character, and put a little more fun into an already-great nine innings. I hope they decide to come back some day. Certainly they can find the letters to spell “Cano” or “Cruz”.
Enjoy your weekend, everyone. After a break from our day jobs, Opening Day is on Monday in Texas, and then there are only a handful of days left until the Mariners come back to their home by the sea. I can not wait!