Yesterday I went to the Seattle Mariners game. They lost the game but it was fun nonetheless. I took Scott, a franchisee from Shamamish. We had pretty good seats behind home plate. There are a couple of peculiarities about the ballpark. The first is, every time a train goes by, and I mean right next to the stadium, they blow their horn. It's just a little disconcerting. I can't imagine how it affects the pitchers. The second thing is the garlic fries. Everyone orders garlic fries. The odor is overwhelming! Aside from these oddities, the place is great.
Notice the garlic fries being held by the yahoo behind Scott. I refused to eat them. You get two pounds of fries, one pound of garlic, and 100 cubic feet of odoriferous ooze.
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