It’s 8 a.m. and I’m getting fidgety. Five hours from now, James Paxton will be starting the most important Mariners game in 16 years. Will I make it to Safeco Field by the third inning?
The wheels on the bus stopped going round and round about 45 minutes ago, when everything came to a standstill. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle of Fife.
Relax, I tell myself. There are worse ways to spend early-October mornings than anticipating an unscheduled baseball game between the Mariners and Minnesota Twins.