If you did not watch Friday night’s Mariners-Angels game, I cannot stress enough how dull its beginning was.
The evening Seattle sun was somehow both vibrant and dusky, right in the pocket between overbearing and soothing. It was the kind of night Death Cab for Cutie would write a song about: fun and illuminating but not in a way that leaves you exhausted. A real Mike Leake of a night.
At the actual game, T-Mobile Park’s seating sections remained mostly untouched in their deeper rows. The stadium’s massive scoreboard was out of order too.