No Foul Time

The Mariners game last night was fun. I drove to the game, it was my first time driving to Seattle, although I have driven to Portland. The Mariners were having a giveaway for people 21 or older. No, it wasn't alcoholic , it was a duffel bag. I rehearsed what I would say when they asked me if I was 21. I planned to say, "What do you think?!" or pretend I was my brother and/or sister's father. It didn't come to that, as I was just handed a bag.

We didn't get to the game earlier enough for batting practice, but that was fine. Our seats were right next to the field, and about 15 feet away from the ballgirl. That being the case, you would think at least one ball would have been hit semi-near to us. That wasn't the case.

Towards the end of the game, in between innings, I saw the jumbo tron was showing the people right next to me. As in, my dad, brother, and sister were on the screen. I tried to lean in so I would be on the screen, but I was only able to get the very top of my head on the screen. It was a bit disappointing, although I am not sure I would want to see myself that large. In the end, the game wasn't the close, but we still had a good time.

Today I worked on a project for my environmental science class. It was to fix up a theoretical Washington state park, appropriately named theoretical state park. This assignment sounds a lot funner than it was. Although, it wasn't too bad, it just took a very long time.