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bigmacbear) wrote2021-10-18 05:20 pm
bigmacbear) wrote2021-10-18 05:20 pm
Sunday Funday
Last night, I suggested to Gary that we should head down to Seattle to watch the Seahawks on Sunday Night Football. We left the house about five and Gary drove us to Lynnwood Transit Center. As usual we caught the bus to Northgate Station and the train to Capitol Hill.
We emerged from the station at the south end across from Cal Anderson Park and noticed the large number of dogs and their owners exercising as we crossed the park. Also, while we sat by the fountain for a breather, I noticed a cute, big and tall dude running, then slowing to a walk, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily; we crossed paths twice more before reaching Diesel. Outside Chop Suey a group of 6 or 8 dudes converged on the stage door and greeted each other like long-lost pals; I suppose they were with the band.
When we arrived at Diesel, We took seats in the balcony with a nice view of the TVs and the bar. The bartender on duty was not Tucker who I knew from previous visits, but he came on duty at seven. The game was underway and still scoreless early in the second quarter, but Pittsburgh was on the board by halftime. I ordered dinner: trucker clucks (chicken strips) and fries for Gary and a burger and fries for me. The bar was pleasantly full but not crowded, with a lot of younger bears I didn't know. Seattle caught up to Pittsburgh in the second half and the lead changed hands a couple of times, ending regulation with a 20-20 tie. Shortly before the end of regulation, Seahawks defensive end Darrell Taylor injured his neck and had to be stretchered off the field; he got a clean CT scan at the hospital and flew back to Seattle with the team. In overtime, an unfortunately-timed interception gave Pittsburgh the ball with great field position, so we left knowing the inevitable outcome. As we prepared to leave, I noticed a cute dark-haired Hispanic-looking cub without a shirt retaking his seat in the corner.
We returned to Capitol Hill Station by pretty much the same way we came, with a couple of stops to ease my aching back. I wanted to rest on a low stone wall by the ball field, but a rather large dude was on the phone accusing someone at the other end of the call of taking his backpack, sprinkling his speech liberally with the N word, so we pressed on until we reached a row of benches in the middle of the park. After a short but necessary break there, I was able to continue and we made it to the platform without incident.
We caught the northbound train and as we left the penultimate station (Roosevelt) we were greeted with "Next stop Sea-Tac/Airport Station". This was likely due to something resetting the train's notion of its location to the south end of the line. When we approached Northgate and the announcement "Now entering Sea-Tac/Airport Station" came on, the driver said "Don't believe her. Next stop Northgate, exit to my right."
We made our way down the escalators and waited for the bus with a nice-looking young dude with ginger blond hair in a man-bun and a thick matching goatee, conversing with an older, shorter, and thinner black dude and discovering that both of them are from North Carolina.
We caught the bus back to Lynnwood and Gary drove us home, passing a four-car wreck scattered down several miles of southbound Interstate 5 but otherwise arriving without incident. I ended up falling asleep in the recliner and didn't get to bed until one AM.
We emerged from the station at the south end across from Cal Anderson Park and noticed the large number of dogs and their owners exercising as we crossed the park. Also, while we sat by the fountain for a breather, I noticed a cute, big and tall dude running, then slowing to a walk, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily; we crossed paths twice more before reaching Diesel. Outside Chop Suey a group of 6 or 8 dudes converged on the stage door and greeted each other like long-lost pals; I suppose they were with the band.
When we arrived at Diesel, We took seats in the balcony with a nice view of the TVs and the bar. The bartender on duty was not Tucker who I knew from previous visits, but he came on duty at seven. The game was underway and still scoreless early in the second quarter, but Pittsburgh was on the board by halftime. I ordered dinner: trucker clucks (chicken strips) and fries for Gary and a burger and fries for me. The bar was pleasantly full but not crowded, with a lot of younger bears I didn't know. Seattle caught up to Pittsburgh in the second half and the lead changed hands a couple of times, ending regulation with a 20-20 tie. Shortly before the end of regulation, Seahawks defensive end Darrell Taylor injured his neck and had to be stretchered off the field; he got a clean CT scan at the hospital and flew back to Seattle with the team. In overtime, an unfortunately-timed interception gave Pittsburgh the ball with great field position, so we left knowing the inevitable outcome. As we prepared to leave, I noticed a cute dark-haired Hispanic-looking cub without a shirt retaking his seat in the corner.
We returned to Capitol Hill Station by pretty much the same way we came, with a couple of stops to ease my aching back. I wanted to rest on a low stone wall by the ball field, but a rather large dude was on the phone accusing someone at the other end of the call of taking his backpack, sprinkling his speech liberally with the N word, so we pressed on until we reached a row of benches in the middle of the park. After a short but necessary break there, I was able to continue and we made it to the platform without incident.
We caught the northbound train and as we left the penultimate station (Roosevelt) we were greeted with "Next stop Sea-Tac/Airport Station". This was likely due to something resetting the train's notion of its location to the south end of the line. When we approached Northgate and the announcement "Now entering Sea-Tac/Airport Station" came on, the driver said "Don't believe her. Next stop Northgate, exit to my right."
We made our way down the escalators and waited for the bus with a nice-looking young dude with ginger blond hair in a man-bun and a thick matching goatee, conversing with an older, shorter, and thinner black dude and discovering that both of them are from North Carolina.
We caught the bus back to Lynnwood and Gary drove us home, passing a four-car wreck scattered down several miles of southbound Interstate 5 but otherwise arriving without incident. I ended up falling asleep in the recliner and didn't get to bed until one AM.