Showing posts with label JJ Putz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JJ Putz. Show all posts

Monday, May 21, 2007

Safeco Love

Let me open by saying this plainly and simply. I don't like Safeco Field.

The actual stadium and field is fantastic, it is the surrounding environment that drives me insane. The Mariners are a fan-friendly franchise, priding themselves on the wholesome family environment. This is why "Yankees Suck" t-shirts are banned from the park. This is why section 106 is a family section with no alcohol allowed. Hydroplane races on the big screen. Hat trick. The Mariner Moose. Dancing grounds crews. All family fun.

And I hate it.

I want booing. I want angry, upset fans who curse at Milton Bradley. I want stadium graphics that encourage lunacy, not recycling (did I forget to mention Captain Planet who encourages you to pick up and recycle your empty bottles?). Give me hate, give me anger. Give me something.

Saturday night I found something. It may be a small start, but I will take it. The Mariners have a new monthly promotion called "College Night" and it is genius.

I walked into the stadium and saw 35,000 people at a Padres game and couldn't understand what the hell was going on. Then I kept seeing hot college-aged girls at the game and I became even more befuddled. It took me until the 5th inning to remember the promotion. $7 tickets for college students and they all get wasted at the game. The crowd showed up and actually booed the right people and cheered without prompting from the screen. I felt inspired.

Add onto this the fact that people vehemently booed Richie Sexson the night before after his third strikeout and I felt hope.

Maybe there are some real baseball fans here. Maybe Safeco won't always make me want to stab myself with a rusty screwdriver.

I actually like it when the M's hit a homer and they call it a "Funk Blast" and play "We Got the Funk" by George Clinton. I don't know why I like it, but it works for me. I liked the AM/PM promotion when some guy won 106 bags of cornnuts and the Moose poured them all over him. And I really liked the ninth inning.

As J.J. Putz strolled to the mound, he had closer music. YES! Glorious closer music. Thunder! Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah. Thunder! For the first time that I can remember, our closer has closer music. AC/DC. Awesome.

Now if only they would stop playing Willie Fing Bloomquist every time I go to a game, we might have something here.