I don't go enough to have tickets, but I get them from my old man's company when I do go, and I sit in the third row right behind the camera well at the third base dugout...plenty o' fatasses hanging around them parts. The seats come with the Terrace Club access, so I can go up there and have a beer in a glass, or actual food on a plate, if I wish, and I've noted that the amount of fatasses does indeed decrease up there.

It's more fun watching the game from the stands, though.

Even more annoying than fatasses or kissing dykes is the fact that most baseball fans in Seattle don't even care enough to show up on time...they come rolling in around the 3rd inning, yakking on their damn cell phones and cheering every time a Mariner hits a fly ball that ends up being 120 feet short of being a home run.

Haven't any of those dumbasses ever actually watched baseball before?

Fish on...

Todd