Jasper pulled out
the tickets and we headed into the stadium. I looked at the ticket and noticed
we were behind the Mariner’s bench. Emmett was surprised that I knew that. “Emmett,
I lived in England. Not a black hole. I know baseball. I’m an avid Cubs fan,” I
said.
“The Cubs?
Ewwwwwwww,” Jasper grumbled. “They suck.”
“They’re the
loveable losers,” I shrugged.
“Bella’s a Mariner’s
fan,” Emmett said. “She and her dad come as often as they can.”
I nodded and we got
in line to get some food. Or rather, they did. I was full from breakfast. I
said I’d meet them at our seats. I wanted to check out the gift shop. Perhaps
get a hat or something so I wouldn’t look like a complete fool sitting behind
their dugout. I found a hat that I liked and wandered around the shop. On the
shelf was a stuffed bear dressed in a Mariner’s uniform. I picked it up and
smiled. Clutching the bear and my hat, I went to pay for purchases. Handing over
some cash for them, I put the hat on my head and took the proffered bag with
the bear. It seemed juvenile, but Bella would like it. Perhaps I’d spray some
of my cologne on him so she would have something of me to hold onto when she
wasn’t sleeping with me.
We don’t want to SLEEP with her…
Ain’t happening,
boys. Not for a while. Call Rosie Palmer.
Fucking douche.
I carried my bag and
went to my seat. Emmett and Jasper were already sitting there, holding two cups
of beer each and trying to stuff a hotdog down their throats. “Gross, guys,” I
said.
“Want one?” Emmett
asked, handing me a half eaten hotdog.
“I’ll pass. Thanks,”
I said, wrinkling my nose. I snagged a water from a vendor and sat down. But as
soon as my butt hit the seat, the announcer asked us to stand for the National
Anthem. I took off my hat and stood while the Star Spangled Banner was sung by
a group of local middle schoolers.
That could be a fun date. Invite some kids to the rink and give them
lessons. Score one for Masen!
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