The game was awesome...I read half of Three to Get Deadly on the way to Seattle. When we got to Seattle, we got some icecream, and then we waited in line for two hours. I read more of my book in the shade, my ass fell asleep, and my thighs sweated through my skirt.
     There was this guy who was waiting in the shade like me, and he had his shades on, but I knew he was looking at me. So I tried to see if his ass was hot, but it was not, so I was disappointed. And he was with a sad-looking girl.
     There was also a strange woman with a tie-dye hat that ties at the neck. It was so weird, and she kept making weird hand gestures until her male companion joined her, with the same kind of hat except in a tan marble.
     Every five minutes there was this announcement about correct conduct in the safeco field, and part of it was no biting.

     When we got in we looked for the Nintendo room, Lisa got pissed off, we sat down, and I read until the game started. We started out great, and Pineiro pitched straight strikeouts. But then...death.
     Okay, so easy flies to the outfield, and then some smartass Texan got on first base, and pretty soon we got a couple a'them on bases, and then this easy fly goes to the right of the pitcher's mound, and the shortstop, 3rd baseman, 2nd baseman and pitcher all head in to catch it, third and second drop back, so shortstop and pitcher are heading towards the fly, and I'm thinking, "They're gonna knock heads and fall on the ground, they're gonna miss it, they're gonna miss it," and people around me are holding their breath, and one of the two catches it, and then DROPS IT ON THE FUCKING GROUND!!!!
     People around me raised their hands violently in unison, and we all screamed, "AW!" and I sat up on the edge of my seat with my hands in the air and said, "That's bullshit! What the hell are you guys thinking?" I turned to my dad and said, "That's why we're the best fans, because we're still sitting here after that piece-of-shit fuck-up. A good team knows who gets what and when! They all have their spaces, and they know who's getting which balls. That was bullshit. Fuck."
     Five minutes later, the Rangers were ahead, 3 to 0. And I was pissed. Mad. Mad mad mad.
     But then we got one run in, and everyone cheered, and my dad said, "It's sad that we're cheering for that."
     Then it was the sixth inning, and Aurelia got a homerun, and we all stood up and clapped like mad, and my dad was whistling like a fucking tin-whistle, and I was screeching like a scared parrot. It was awesome. Except the people in front of us were so tall I couldn't see when they were standing or sitting.
     It was awesome.

     Sarah's over, and she just said, "In Bah-stin you pack yah cah, in Jersey you pork your core, and in New York you don't gat a car, you ride the transit. Get on the freakin' subway! What, you think you bettah then ev'rybody else?" She's so cool.