I loved going to baseball games in Seattle. The summers there are beautiful. The stadium is clean. The air is crisp and cool. There’s a buzz in the stadium that can only be described as “summer”.
And who can forget the first time that I saw Roger Clemmens pitch live. This is also the same night that I learned to hate Freddie Garcia. Take a look at the picture and see for yourself why. Freddie made it ot the end of the Third. Roger made it to the end of the Seventh. Also this was the first time I saw the Yankees live as well.
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