a rough transcript of events leading up to me still never having gone to a mariner’s game:

12:37pm, voicemail instructing me to call jodi back. fair enough.

1:16pm, i returned the call. oh, you have an extra ticket to the mariner’s game since wilson is out in spokompton making snakes on a plane two: under siege with snakes? sure, why not. you know, i’ve never been to a m’s game. people are always telling me they will take me but in the last three years it’s never materialized.

4:09pm, incoming call. homework due? pfft, that’s fine. i mean, i have no particular reason to show up early. like i said, never been. gonna be pretty interesting either way right? i mean, normally i just fall asleep when i watch baseball on the television, but i hear going to games at safeco is a big deal.

4:30pm, check the web. ooh, free ichrio bobbleheads. that could be neat.

5:15pm, incoming call. yes’m? cancelling? eh, no biggie. now i can keep telling people i’ve never been to a game. plus, i have something to blog about now. hehe.

5:24pm, text message. please don’t blog about it, i can make it up 2 u.

5:27pm, text reply: you had a chance until you typed ‘to you’ as ’2 u’.