{"id":1358,"date":"2002-07-08T10:32:00","date_gmt":"2002-07-08T10:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2002\/07\/1358.html"},"modified":"2002-07-08T10:32:00","modified_gmt":"2002-07-08T10:32:00","slug":"1358","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2002\/07\/1358.html","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"2\"><b>The Curse of the Bambino<\/b><\/font><br \/>\n<br \/>I truly hadn&#8217;t thought there was anything more boring than a Seattle Mariners game. Until I went to a Boston Red Sox game&#8230;.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<\/p>\n<li>At least at Safeco Field, should the desire strike me, I could watch the game.  I would look up from my seat, and see the game. At Fenway, when I looked up, I had a perfect view of the rotating billboard (Mach 3 razors, Power Strip on Right Guard, and Duracell Copper Tops, in case you were wondering). If I leaned forward in my seat and twisted my body completely to the left, I could sort of see the game.<br \/>\n<\/li>\n<li>At Safeco if you couldn&#8217;t see what was going on, you could pick a monitor and watch it.  At Fenway, there was one monitor so you could either see the line-up <i>or<\/i> the score <i>or<\/i> the action, but never all at once.<br \/>\n<\/li>\n<li>No flash.  No fancy boards that read &#8220;Edgar is good&#8221; (or &#8220;Nomar is good&#8221; as the case may be).<br \/>\n<\/li>\n<li>At Safeco, there&#8217;s room in your seat for you to sit with a little wiggle room. At Fenway, your leg is plastered to the guy next to you and there&#8217;s no where to put a jacket or a purse if you&#8217;re not holding it in your lap.<br \/>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Of course, it didn&#8217;t help that Adam <i>forced<\/i> me to eat an entire bag of cotton candy.  Bleah.  Felt sick all afternoon.  And there&#8217;s no sushi at Fenway. What kind of baseball stadium doesn&#8217;t serve sushi? Luckily, I had Mine Hunt on my Handspring, so the day wasn&#8217;t a complete loss. I did get pretty good at the &#8220;difficult&#8221; level.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Curse of the Bambino I truly hadn&#8217;t thought there was anything more boring than a Seattle Mariners game. Until I went to a Boston Red Sox game&#8230;. At least at Safeco Field, should the desire strike me, I could watch the game. I would look up from my seat, and see the game. At [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1358","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1358","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1358"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1358\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1358"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1358"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1358"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}