M's Beat Giants 5-4

Dad is here visiting Grandmother for the long weekend but I managed to steal him away from her for a few hours to take him to a Mariners game on Sunday.  It was a GORGEOUS day for a baseball game!  Dad and I watched the M's beat San Fransisco including a 2 run homer by Griffey that reminded me of the old days when Junior was everybody's kid brother on the team instead of one of the old-timers.

Our seats were right down the right field line, second row, behind the ball-girl.  Stepmonster's brother scored them for me - he's a sports ticket pimp - and they were KILLER seats!

Here's Dad grinning at the awesome view we had of the field.

Here I am with my boyfriend Frankie Gutierrez.  I've mentioned what a hot tamale he is, right?  Drool...

And here is Frankie's hot butt.  Obviously it's the butt on the left, the one on the right isn't hot at all - it's attached to Wlademir Balentien - but he is a damn good player.  Just not as hot as my Frankie.

There's nothing better than a sunny afternoon at the ballpark with my favorite baseball fan in the world.  I can't wait to do it again.

Baseball is Back!

I've written about my love of baseball many times before.  For those of you who find baseball less interesting than watching paint dry, let me tell you my secret.

Find a favorite player.

When I was a kid going to Seattle Mariners games in the long gone Kingdome, sitting in the cheap seats eating peanuts with my Dad, my favorite player was Spike Owen.  Ostensibly, it was because his name was Spike - my Dad called me Spike - therefore we were two peas in a pod.  But really it was because I thought he was hot.  (Do you see why my children are evil?  I am paying for my own childhood.)  Sorry Mom and Dad, I apologize for everything.

So this year my favorite is Frankie Gutierrez.  And holy shit he is REALLY FUCKING HOT!!!  Um, as long as I ignore the fact that he is the same age as Scientist Genius Brother.  Almost ten years younger than me.  Dammit.

But c'mon, you gotta admit that he is one fine hunka manly-man.

Drool.  DROOL!

I tell you, with this strategy ANYONE can be a baseball fan.  I sure as hell won't be missing any Mariners games this season!  Those tight little baseball pants hug Frankie's gluteus maximus in all the right places...