
These are my four kids - Kate (14), Matt (12), Bennett (9) and Jonathan (11). I took this picture of them in front of a giant Orca whale statue that is outside of a massive casino in Tulalip, Washington State. We were returning from our Father's Day outing in Seattle where we watched the Seattle Mariners squash the San Fransisco Giants.
For those of you who don't follow American baseball (multiple games every single day), you may not have realized that we were able to see both Barry Bonds and Suzuki Ichiro in one game. Quite a feat.
Since baseball is something I enjoy, but don't worship (like others I know), I decided to read during the first several innings. I asked my daughter to let me know when either Ichiro or Bonds was up to bat. Since Ichiro is the hometown favorite, I heard the crowds yelling a low chant, "EEE-chee-row" that got louder and louder. I knew he was up to bat. He seemed so small from our nosebleed seats. And he is compared to other players.
Back to my book. Within a few moments, the 45,000 people erupted in loud booing and taunting. It was so loud that you could not speak to the person next to you. Ahh, Barry Bonds is up to bat. Now, this man is one of the greatest baseball players of all time, but is accused of using steroids. Apparently, for this, Seattle hates him. I heard grown men yelling, "Get back in the dugout where you belong", "You are good for nothing", "We hate you Barry". It was nasty. Young children were encouraged to yell their hateful thoughts. When he struck out the crowd erupted in cheering at his failure.
So there you have it. Love for Ichiro and pure hate for Barry. There is likely a lesson or moral but I haven't found it yet. If you do, let me know.
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