There seemed to be room in walkways and short lines at the restrooms even on this sold-out date of forty thousand plus fans. The connection to baseball's rich history is not obliterated by the industrial modernity of the stadium with exposed steel beams painted green everywhere. Near a certain wiener establishment, I noticed a sign that showed Babe Ruth once barnstormed here thirty years before big league baseball hit the west coast. He'd love Safeco's designer hot dogs but hate its long fences. One of the few problems at Safeco, especially for those over forty, is feeling old.
Youth abounds here.
And if the temperature changes suddenly, which it did, there is a great clothes store underneath the memorabilia store where convenient but overpriced sweatshirts can be purchased. Seattle has one of the best stadiums in the world. One of the best teams also, but a squad a couple pitchers short of competing with the Yankees' greatness, especially in the postseason. Mysterious why a player wouldn't want to spend his career here, unless Seattle, as a city, is just too far from everything else, or just too far out in general. Peace, love, and many double mocha lattes.