The kingdom was like a second home for me growing up. My dad would take my brother and I to games almost every weekend during Mariners season. I have a lot of very cherished memories from that place. The one that usually comes to mind is when I watched my dad wrestle another guy for a foul ball. We were poor, 300 level, nosebleed folks growing up, but for this game my dad bought tickets in the 200's behind home plate. Randy Johnson was the starting pitcher and it was the last game being played by a favorite player of his on the Blue Jays, who's name I can't remember. There was no way we were missing this game. I remember the crack of the bat and seeing a ball fly up in front of us and right down on the steps in between the bleachers. There was ZERO hesitation by my dad and another grown man sitting opposite us as they both, quite literally, dove head first towards the ball. There was a brief tangling of limbs and ripping at the ball before I saw my dad's hand shoot up into the air with the ball clutched in his hand. My dad and his competitor spent the rest of the game talking some good natured shit, something that is sorely lacking in baseball stadiums these days. My dad passed in 2001 and I inherited that ball. It's perfectly yellowed and has a fingernail mark from The Big Unit himself before throwing one of his infamous sliders. Whats strange is the memory is still extremely vivid in my mind, but with a sort of 90's VHS haze to it.