Series Preview: Mariners (57-74) vs. Blue Jays (52-78)

We meet again, Mr. Smoak Kim Klement-USA TODAY Sports It goes without saying that the worst weekend of the year at T-Mobile Park is when the Blue Jays come to town. Worse than when the Yankees visit, worse than when the Red Sox visit, worse than when the Giants visit. The three days that our neighbors to the north spend treating our ballpark and its immediate surroundings like some spring break destination are the best three days each year for Seattlites to go out of town themselves, to just AirBnB the whole city and face the wreckage upon return. Blue Jays fans do not “visit,” they storm the mf’n gates. Having spent seven years of my life working at a bar a block from the stadium, the above meetup suggestion posted by a fan on Bluebird Banter strikes fear into my very soul. Is this fan the Blue Jays fan who stood on a table and poured out his beer while singing “I’m a Little Teapot?” Probably not. The man who was removed from the restaurant for repeatedly lifting his tutu in the direction of a bachelorette party? I doubt it. The woman who dumped her water on a few wrinkled one dollar bills and left without paying for her bar tab when she was not allowed to order an additional entree as a substitute for the fries that came with her steak sandwich? Again, probably not. But this weekend, more than any threat of snow, sends me running to the store to fight for bottled water, canned beans and boxed wine with the intent of not coming out until it’s all over.

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