Grossly unprepared, the poor stiffs working behind the counters look equally perturbed. Every stand and beer cart has a line, some 50 to 60 people long. I pick a line and wait. I order two, just as the Mariners storm the field, wincing as I watch the vendor come close to breaking another fingernail. As I sit back down in Seat 13, Jamie Moyer is throwing the first pitch.
Camera flashes fill the ballpark.
The crowd gasps. The crowd cheers. By the sixth inning, the Mariners are down by a run. Griffey has failed to hit a home run. The crowd is growing restless.