...And on the Third Day He Rested (ECE Part III)
Day three started out a lot like day two. Except the hangover was more severe, and the memories were more absurd. RTJ's Dad came up huge with a breakfast fit for champions and I gorged myself before rushing to Seattle for the Mariners game.
We parked at Dave's eventually and started the hike to the Mariners game. Seattle is fucking Hilly, almost to the point of San Francisco, fortunately most of the way to the game was downhill. After a short bus ride through the shitty part of town I recognized Paul Seiler from a distance (who else wears black socks and black shoes with shorts?) Paul was on my frisbee team and was the kind of guy that you could call to pick you up at 5 in the morning and he would do it without giving you an ounce of shit. That's something that I am pretty much not capable of, and for that I really admire him. We caught up for awhile, he is working for PACCAR, pretty much the Cadillac of Semi-Trucks. It was good to catch up with him, and to hear he was doing well.
From my understanding Coors Field is one of the nicest ballparks in the majors and Safeco straight up blew it out of the water. The activity in the stadium was incredible with vendors for Thai, Sushi, Fish and Chips, and all sorts of non-traditional/traditional ball park fare. Most importantly they had tons of local microbrews and a beergarden in the stadium. Our seats were directly behind the right field foul pole. Which was pretty much where all the Japanese were seated so they could be as close to Ichiro as possible. The biggest difference between Safeco and Coors was the fan involvement. The Rockies were still in the playoff chase when I went to the game and there was virtually no fan participation. But throughout the game in Safeco the fans were attentive, and genuinely excited for all the action. I had a true SafeCo experience, I saw Ichiro hit an infield single, a grand slam, and a Big Papi home run.
After the game we walked through downtown Seattle, which looks pretty sweet during the day. It's a little older and has more flavor than 16th street mall, but there are more hippies. We ate Fish and Chips at Ivars on the Pier, and fed the Seagulls. These Seagulls were awesome, we threw fries in the air and they would fly out and catch them in one smooth motion. It was like connecting with a cross species ally oop, or post pattern. It came to a tragic end when Dave threw a huge chunk at a bird, missed, and the fish rolled down and hit another patron of a different race. We hung our heads in shame and took our walk back up the hill to Dave's.
At that point everyone was exhausted from the weekend. We planned on going to see Snakes on a plane but instead just rested and enjoyed the last few hours that we would all have a chance to be in the same room for quite some time. We said our goodbyes, and all concluded that it was one hell of a weekend. That is something that I cannot emphasize enough. It was perfect that everyone decided to drop everything and come out to make this mini-reunion happen. I could not think of a better way to cap off the summer. It was like college, but with mini-vans and champagne.
I must say, I live a pretty charmed life right now in Denver. I have an awesome job where I get to be a part of fun and creative processes to sell beer. Denver is an awesome city with tons to do, and awesome weather. When I finally get to be healthy I will be on a kickass ultimate team with good people. However, if I could change one thing, it would be to be surrounded by the people I got to hang out with in college. My core group of friend that I met Freshman year and lived with for the next four years were such a unique collaboration of people that fit my personality remarkably well.
Dave and I talked about the origin of this group and how we all met. The event that we all trace it back to, is the moment Brett asked Dave to get his 21 year old friend to buy beer. Beer brought us together, and has given an excuse to hang out over and over again since then.
We are a group of guys that all follow sports religiously, and claim to be far better athletes than they actually are. We all grew up with Rock but have a weird appreciation and obsession with the absurdity of Hip Hop. We are a bunch of dorks who's akwardness with women increases exponentially with the size of our group. To this point in my life it was the best group of friends that I have had, and I look forward to the next time we get to hang out, over a beer of course.
We parked at Dave's eventually and started the hike to the Mariners game. Seattle is fucking Hilly, almost to the point of San Francisco, fortunately most of the way to the game was downhill. After a short bus ride through the shitty part of town I recognized Paul Seiler from a distance (who else wears black socks and black shoes with shorts?) Paul was on my frisbee team and was the kind of guy that you could call to pick you up at 5 in the morning and he would do it without giving you an ounce of shit. That's something that I am pretty much not capable of, and for that I really admire him. We caught up for awhile, he is working for PACCAR, pretty much the Cadillac of Semi-Trucks. It was good to catch up with him, and to hear he was doing well.
From my understanding Coors Field is one of the nicest ballparks in the majors and Safeco straight up blew it out of the water. The activity in the stadium was incredible with vendors for Thai, Sushi, Fish and Chips, and all sorts of non-traditional/traditional ball park fare. Most importantly they had tons of local microbrews and a beergarden in the stadium. Our seats were directly behind the right field foul pole. Which was pretty much where all the Japanese were seated so they could be as close to Ichiro as possible. The biggest difference between Safeco and Coors was the fan involvement. The Rockies were still in the playoff chase when I went to the game and there was virtually no fan participation. But throughout the game in Safeco the fans were attentive, and genuinely excited for all the action. I had a true SafeCo experience, I saw Ichiro hit an infield single, a grand slam, and a Big Papi home run.
After the game we walked through downtown Seattle, which looks pretty sweet during the day. It's a little older and has more flavor than 16th street mall, but there are more hippies. We ate Fish and Chips at Ivars on the Pier, and fed the Seagulls. These Seagulls were awesome, we threw fries in the air and they would fly out and catch them in one smooth motion. It was like connecting with a cross species ally oop, or post pattern. It came to a tragic end when Dave threw a huge chunk at a bird, missed, and the fish rolled down and hit another patron of a different race. We hung our heads in shame and took our walk back up the hill to Dave's.
At that point everyone was exhausted from the weekend. We planned on going to see Snakes on a plane but instead just rested and enjoyed the last few hours that we would all have a chance to be in the same room for quite some time. We said our goodbyes, and all concluded that it was one hell of a weekend. That is something that I cannot emphasize enough. It was perfect that everyone decided to drop everything and come out to make this mini-reunion happen. I could not think of a better way to cap off the summer. It was like college, but with mini-vans and champagne.
I must say, I live a pretty charmed life right now in Denver. I have an awesome job where I get to be a part of fun and creative processes to sell beer. Denver is an awesome city with tons to do, and awesome weather. When I finally get to be healthy I will be on a kickass ultimate team with good people. However, if I could change one thing, it would be to be surrounded by the people I got to hang out with in college. My core group of friend that I met Freshman year and lived with for the next four years were such a unique collaboration of people that fit my personality remarkably well.
Dave and I talked about the origin of this group and how we all met. The event that we all trace it back to, is the moment Brett asked Dave to get his 21 year old friend to buy beer. Beer brought us together, and has given an excuse to hang out over and over again since then.
We are a group of guys that all follow sports religiously, and claim to be far better athletes than they actually are. We all grew up with Rock but have a weird appreciation and obsession with the absurdity of Hip Hop. We are a bunch of dorks who's akwardness with women increases exponentially with the size of our group. To this point in my life it was the best group of friends that I have had, and I look forward to the next time we get to hang out, over a beer of course.
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