The Mariners won last night, 9 to 6. It was a good game, runs from both teams, fielding from both teams, minor errors either side. The Mariners hit the ball, got on base, loaded the bases. Their pitchers, even J.J., threw men out, swinging and looking too. It was cold, but not cold enough for the blanket we had brought. We ate Thai Ginger curry and phad thai and drank beer with lime wedges in plastic glasses. We shelled pistachios and plunked them into Cracker Jacks, and discovered the pistachios had been spicy brined only after we had nestled them among the caramelled corn with the pencil topper that is always the Cracker Jacks prize in recent memory. There were no train horns until the 6th inning. The sixth and seventh innings were the best for Mariners' fans, with the team loading bases and scoring seven points over the two innings. Shawna, Jim and I threw arms around each other, stood, swayed and sang "Take me out to the ball game" for the seventh inning stretch. The team has lost 99 games this season, and this might have been the headline game, but instead the Angels and Mariners played baseball under a cloudy sky that threatened but did not deliver rain.