If only there was an ancient prophecy that could have prepared audiences for the awfulness that awaits them when they take to their theatre seats.
My First Mariners Game
As the wind whips my hair around I let my senses take in the Safeco Field atmosphere: the red dirt looks like Oklahoma after a spring storm, the seagulls caw overhead as they circle looking for broken pretzel pieces or dropped popcorn, the sounds of fans leisurely strolling to their seats as the pregame festivities … Continue reading My First Mariners Game