The protesters bravely stand their ground, obviously overwhelmed, hopelessly outnumbered. Drunken fans stumble out of the Pyramid Brewery across the street and leer at them. This is what I see as I approach Safeco Field. The ballpark itself looms ahead, a giant sign reminding me where I am.
Reporters are everywhere, waiting to go live, picking their teeth, checking their makeup.
This is the big story. Inside the ballpark, the stands are already half-filled. Twenty-six rows back from the left field line. Directly in front of me is center field. Home plate is a tiny blemish off to my right.