The last time I produced a hand-made sign for a Mariners game was October 8th, 1995, Game 5 of the American League Divisional Series, versus the New York Yankees. I was 10 years old, going on 11, and the intensity of the moment upon us all but demanded block lettering delivered by the likes of Mr. Sketch and Crayola.
Scribed in multicolored print upon yellow poster paper, my entire family worked to craft a giant banner reading “M’S REFUSE TO LOSE.” Unfurled, the message spread a few feet in length and was visible across the vast, grey expanse of the otherwise beautiful Kingdome.
We hung the banner from the facade of the Dome’s third tier, along the first base side of the 300 level. My family sat many rows behind the banner itself, but as the game transpired I shifted my eyes from AstroTurf to DiamondVision, constantly checking the stadium’s big screen for a glimpse of our artistic achievement.
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I know. I get it. Believing in the Mariners is irrational. Like getting back together with the girl who cheated on you…every year…for the past decade. Those are our Mariners. We all know this. We’ve been on the daytime talk show. Maury Povich and his ENTIRE audience have begged us to leave this relationship for good. And yet we can’t. We always return. We want to have faith. We want to believe. And so, well, we do.
As it turns out, we may be suckers. We keep returning to the springs, bucket in hand, knowing full well that water hasn’t flowed here for years. Part of being a Seattle sports fan is finding yourself in one of two factions: that of the blind optimists, or on the flip side, the perennially cynical. I guess I’d just rather don my teal-colored glasses than view the world in a constant shroud of gray.
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