Last season, we discovered baseball. Before, we’d been aware of its existence but were indifferent. Great American pastime, blah blah blah. We were not moved. A visit to Safeco Field with our son changed all that. Yes, Safeco is a wonderful ballpark and it certainly shines in comparison to the former home of the Mariners. (I went to a ball game there years ago and was most definitely not moved.) But, watching Henry take it all in and love it was what did it.
Our son converted us to baseball. At two and a half years old, he actually watched a few innings of the game and started asking us about the players, the positions, the field, and the action. We were forced to learn about the Mariners so we could answer him. (He also loved the hot dogs and Dippin’ Dots, the ice cream of the future.) Soon, we got a little wooden bat and some soft balls and started pitching to him. He loved that, too, and when winter arrived we moved our games to the basement. Now, we play down there daily.
So, this is our family’s first full baseball season as fans and I want to write about it. To document it, to figure out why we suddenly care so much about it, to learn. I’m not an expert analyst, I’m not a lifetime Mariners fan, so a lot of this is new for me. It should be fun.