Tuesday, May 14, 2002
That’s how I would describe my visit to Safeco Field last Saturday.
That’s how I felt when Freddy Garcia and Carlos Guillen agreed to talk to me — in Spanish, no less.
The word I would use to define my field-side perch in the photographer’s well adjacent to the Seattle Mariners dugout — two feet from the water cooler, within an earshot of all the players.
The word I uttered to myself when walking onto the stadium turf between the 7th and 8th innings to get back to the media tunnel — in front of some 46,000 fans.
A dream come true.
The only way I could begin to sum up last Saturday night at the ballpark.
Words cannot capture the significance of that night in the life of this sports fan. Stories alone cannot paint the picture of happiness that has been following me around the past few days.
Not only was I talking to Major Leaguers and standing on the field I have drooled over for years, but this was my team.
I have been a Mariners fan since I was just a small fry, and like any other kid that has grown up with a team, I dreamed of one day being a part of the show.
Granted, I was a miniscule, peon-sized part of the show. But for three short innings on Saturday night, I had a seat on the other side. I sat where millions of baseball fans everywhere could only dream about. I was in Ichiro’s living room; Bret Boone’s backyard; Mike Cameron’s kitchen.
The only way I can think of to make this dream resonate with my readers and friends is to share my experience through writing.
Think about your most joyous moment over the past five years. Now multiply it by 10. That may give you an idea of where I’ve been the past few days. As Dave Neihaus would say: My oh my!