The Dude
06-01-2005, 04:06 PM
So the story starts a few months ago, when 2+2's magazine author Scott Anderson promises me Mariners tickets when I come back up this summer. I in turn offer to buy the first round of beers, and we're set. (Please, no jokes about needing the beer to enjoy a Mariners game.) Fastforward to Friday night, and we're at the cream of the Tacoma poker crop, Chip's casino. I've come with a buddy from CA and met up with another from Tacoma, so when Scott finally makes it (6:30 my ass), the four of us prepare to tackle the highest game spread... 3-6. Me and my buddies are already seated, but it takes Scott awhile to get into the game, since the floor refused a $20 tip to put Scott on the board while he was en route. When Scott sat behind me to sweat a few hands, I told him about the "board Nazi." Apparantly, I said it just loud enough for the apparantly Jewish floorman to hear me. Yeah, there goes my food comp for the night. Oh well, here's to dollar well drinks.
Anyway, a few hands into the fun my CA buddy John asks Scott if the seats we've got at SafeCo are any good. Scott very calmly nods and says, "yeah, they'll be fine." Six rum and cokes ago I might have picked up on this clue, but I'm too busy drinking and owning the table banter to notice things like that.
Being the UW Husky fan that I am, I proceed to harassd Scott for being a WSU Cougar. The jokes continue to flow - all of which I find more amusing than anyone else at the table - until John blows the fun. He lets out to Scott that my elusively soon to be alma mater, Azusa Pacific University, is also nicknamed the Cougars. Bastard. Oh well, I pull out the "It took me driving 1200 miles to find a Cougar that I like" line, and decide I'm done with Cougar jokes for the night.
So fastforward again, this time to Tuesday afternoon. We've agreed to meet Scott at will-call at 6, but I'm too busy dumping chips at Goldie's cardroom to make that on time (okay, we're even). We make it about twenty minutes late, and find Scott dressed in slacks and a collared shirt, holding three tickets to section 120, row 1. "Yeah, they're fine" he says. Pshaw.
The M's procede to give up 7 runs in the first three innings, so despite getting about 50 hits, the Mariners end up losing 9-7. No worries though, because I did get to touch the dirt on SafeCo field. Other highlights were getting Toronto's first base coach Ernie Whitt to tip his hat to me twice, Ichiro rounding first wide enough to come within 5 feet of us, and the nice lady from Oklahoma who came back between innings with a beer for me. "Today's random act of kindness," she says. Cheers.
Great seats, great company, great times. Thanks Scott.
Anyway, a few hands into the fun my CA buddy John asks Scott if the seats we've got at SafeCo are any good. Scott very calmly nods and says, "yeah, they'll be fine." Six rum and cokes ago I might have picked up on this clue, but I'm too busy drinking and owning the table banter to notice things like that.
Being the UW Husky fan that I am, I proceed to harassd Scott for being a WSU Cougar. The jokes continue to flow - all of which I find more amusing than anyone else at the table - until John blows the fun. He lets out to Scott that my elusively soon to be alma mater, Azusa Pacific University, is also nicknamed the Cougars. Bastard. Oh well, I pull out the "It took me driving 1200 miles to find a Cougar that I like" line, and decide I'm done with Cougar jokes for the night.
So fastforward again, this time to Tuesday afternoon. We've agreed to meet Scott at will-call at 6, but I'm too busy dumping chips at Goldie's cardroom to make that on time (okay, we're even). We make it about twenty minutes late, and find Scott dressed in slacks and a collared shirt, holding three tickets to section 120, row 1. "Yeah, they're fine" he says. Pshaw.
The M's procede to give up 7 runs in the first three innings, so despite getting about 50 hits, the Mariners end up losing 9-7. No worries though, because I did get to touch the dirt on SafeCo field. Other highlights were getting Toronto's first base coach Ernie Whitt to tip his hat to me twice, Ichiro rounding first wide enough to come within 5 feet of us, and the nice lady from Oklahoma who came back between innings with a beer for me. "Today's random act of kindness," she says. Cheers.
Great seats, great company, great times. Thanks Scott.