The Seattle Mariners were playing a relatively local derby today, so after finishing the last of the presentation series I bussed back into town (this city desperately needs an underground or tram system) and got a club seat. Nice view:
The event is frequently punctuated by ritualistic songs, ridiculous competitions ("True or False? Dropped Stitch is a knitting term), and lots of trips to the concession stands. There's a greater variety - and probably quantity - of food and drink in this one stadium than in the entire Outer Hebrides. And as for the portion sizes...
The stadium itself is just outside downtown, so as sunset turned to night the lights came on in the various city blocks:
Largely due to a fluke strike by one of the Oakland team, the Mariners were unable to make up a 4 run deficit in the ninth. Ah well.