Baseball heaven

One of the few things I miss about Seattle is the Mariners. I mean, what a good-spirited team. Over here they're crazy about baseball - it's on everyone's lips all the time. And now I think I know why. Hell, even though we love to hate the Yankees, they do play some good ball some of the time, as evidenced by last night's 12:30am win against the Sox. But I guess what was even more satisfying was watching a Boone hit the winning run. Picked up from Cincinnati earlier this year, Bret's bro Aaron hit the ball with the same charisma as his Mariner brother, and ran the bases like a little kid. It was like watching someone realize he'd made the big time, winning the pennant for the Yankees. And that was good baseball. They even panned the camera to Bret, standing in the booth all gussied up, watching and smiling as Aaron ran into the crowd at home plate. My neighborhood erupted, and about 40 minutes later when the subways started letting off people who'd come from the Bronx, it got louder still.

While I would consider myself a Mariners fan, I'm happy to say I'm finally in a city where I get to see a World Series, and I get to watch another Boone play ball. But man, if only they had played the Ms for the pennant would I have begged, borrowed and stolen to get in to watch *those* games!