Junior and I

Last night Peggy and I went to the Mariner game. We had way too groovy seats, about 15 rows behind home plate. Maybe you saw us on TV. We were just behind the annoying three ladies begging for rally fries, I think their sign said they would smile for rally fries. And they had these lame glitter smiles on little sticks that they held in front of their faces. But enough about them. This evening was all about ME, and Junior.

Jose Lopez (one of Peggy's favorites, but I still am not impressed with his everyday defense) was having a night. He doubled in the first, and homered in his next at bat. He was hit on the hip on the first pitch on his third at bat. What up with that! It was a sorta ugly moment. Pretty hard glances were exchanged, but that was the extent of the deal. Then JUNIOR came up.

One pitch into his at bat, at a quiet moment I yelled "Protect him Junior!". Two pitches later; BOOM, home run. It was beautiful.

Here is the great part of the story. As he stepped on home plate, he paused, looked right at ME and pointed!!!!!!!!

Wow, Wow WOW WOW.

I guess I am like the lady in white from the Natural.

Or, if you just do not want to give me credit for anything, maybe I was just confused and maybe Peggy was correct, maybe his mother or wife was sitting somewhere close behind us.

Here is what the Times, and apparently Junior had to say about "THE MOMENT":

Plate umpire Marty Foster had no sooner issued a warning to both dugouts than Griffey, on a 1-1 pitch, sent a shot over the right-field wall for a two-run homer.

It was his 14th of the season and 625th of his career, and Griffey pointed at his mother, Birdie, in the stands as he crossed the plate. She was in town for a charity golf tournament.

"She doesn't get to see very many games live," Griffey said. "She's going to take credit for that one."

Ouch, this hurts me deeply