Normalcy Courses Through My Veins

I found myself at Safeco Field tonight enjoying a baseball game. Ordinarily, I'd encourage a person who would invite me to such an event to go fuck themselves, but it turns out that we got some pretty sweet seats right behind the batter's plate where we could watch the proceedings without having to remove our monocles and resort to opera glasses.

I was also caught totally unawares that Coco Crisp a) was not a breakfast cereal and b) had been transferred to the Red Stockings. I recall him playing for the Indians at Jacob's Field, back when it was still called Jacob's Field.