Ichiro Denied Me

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I mean PacBell, oh wait, I mean AT&T park to see the San Francisco Giants and everyone’s favorite steroids user, I mean home run hitter, Barry Bonds. AND were in luck, the Mariners were in town for a spring training game.

More on these amazing seats later.

The park is really nice, very much like safeco. We got to our seats and then decided to explore.
We had our own special underground area with our own bathrooms and food. But the coolest part was the area right next to the women’s restroom. It was the area between the dugout and the clubhouse. Every Mariner had to walk right across the hall to get to the field. So we decided to hang out and see what would happen. Well, after about 15 minutes of waiting, I caught Willie Bloomquist’s eye and asked for an autograph. Ok, so he doesn’t start, but it’s Bloomy! He signed my “Official Major League Baseball” I got a few years ago at a game in Seattle.

We decided to wait and see if we could get Ichiro to sign. The professional guys were cautiously optimistic. We had a kid and a girl (me). After another few minutes, and getting faked out about 5 times by the bat boy, Ichiro walked by. I yelled “ICHIRO” and he turns, looks me square in the eyes and says “Sorry.” UGH! Oh well, I was about 5 feet away from him and it was a good story.

So we went back to our incredible seats where I was able to snap the following photos:

Ichiro stole a base in the 1st inning and the Giants didn’t know what hit um.

Bonds. He’s still good.

It was definitely a fun game. So now I have to talk about out seats. We were on FSN periodically all night so we thought we’d call our parents to see if they could see us. Let’s just say that it took a few innings before our parents could locate us. Oh well.

1 last tidbit of info….these seats are actually located closer to the batter than the pitcher. Sweet! Too bad Zito killed us 🙁 It was still fun.

I was going to go on a run but there was a mountain lion sighting 4 blocks away….I don’t feel like getting eaten or mauled today. I’ll go golfing instead.