It's 4 a.m. in a small, cluttered office 100 feet away from the finely manicured grass of Safeco Field. Head groundskeeper Bob Christofferson is asleep on a well-loved black leather couch when the Mariners' team president calls with a weather alert.
Clad only in his underwear and a T-shirt, Christofferson runs down the tunnel and onto the empty field to see if it's raining and the roof needs to be closed. It is, and it does. Seconds later, he also realizes that he has locked himself out of his office and is now stuck outside in his skivvies.