Fan Fest and stuff
In short, I woke up at 7:30am and went to Fan Fest today. Hung out with Paul from Mariners Morsels and his brother-in-law all day, hung out with Conor from the Grand Salami and his dad for part of the day. Got Kenji Johjima to sign a baseball card for me. Did NOT manage to stutter out my planned "城島さんは英語が上手ですね!" which is probably just as well. I DID get my picture taken by a Japanese media dude, though, and I ended up translating Japanese conversation a couple times during the day. I can't actually throw a baseball 60 feet, as evidenced by trying to in the bullpen. Jarrod Washburn is really cute and funny, but I knew that already. I got Bill Bavasi and Rick Rizzs to sign my FF ticket and I got Mike Hargrove to sign a baseball card. Hargrove, Bavasi, and Howard Lincoln (the Mariners CEO or something) are all left-handed. Crazy! We ran into USSM uber-commenter MSB at one point when she was on her way out, and I also got a ton of compliments on my shirt but didn't run into any other blog folk. George Sherrill's brother called Paul while we were wandering around, too, which was pretty crazy. I'll write up more on Marinerds tomorrow and include pictures, although to be fair, most of my pictures SUCK :( Stupid lighting!
Got home around 5. Went up to Nykkel's house, where he and DJ and Phaedrus and Met were playing the WoW board game, but were already several turns in. Pam and Rumi and Farren and Minwiz were playing Tichu, and Met and Rumi had to leave... rather than me jumping in and taking over Met's character in WoW, I ended up playing Tichu with the others for like 4 hours. Then we all went to a diner-like place down the street from Nykkel's. I had a really good burger (or maybe it's just that I'm not sure I've had a burger in several weeks, period). Came back, they played Ra, I played Guitar Hero. My impression of Guitar Hero is that it's pretty neat, and the song selection is decent... but just like Guitar Freaks, it hurts my wrist after a while. Sigh.
Now I am home and exhausted. Should sleep soon I hope.
Got home around 5. Went up to Nykkel's house, where he and DJ and Phaedrus and Met were playing the WoW board game, but were already several turns in. Pam and Rumi and Farren and Minwiz were playing Tichu, and Met and Rumi had to leave... rather than me jumping in and taking over Met's character in WoW, I ended up playing Tichu with the others for like 4 hours. Then we all went to a diner-like place down the street from Nykkel's. I had a really good burger (or maybe it's just that I'm not sure I've had a burger in several weeks, period). Came back, they played Ra, I played Guitar Hero. My impression of Guitar Hero is that it's pretty neat, and the song selection is decent... but just like Guitar Freaks, it hurts my wrist after a while. Sigh.
Now I am home and exhausted. Should sleep soon I hope.

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See, most people there had Johjima t-shirts or jerseys (the Mariners Team store had them specially made for Fan Fest in time -- t-shirts $20, jerseys $210, people bought a ton of both, I'm not kidding) to sign, or baseball bats or baseballs. I think I may have been one of the few people, at least non-Japanese, who actually had a baseball card of him. When I got to the table he asked first "Black or Blue?" about sharpie markers to sign with, then he noticed it was a card, and said (in English) "Oh! In Japanese, yes?" and I nodded. He gave it back to me and smiled.
Well, I went away from the table and was waving the card around to make sure the signature had dried before I put it in my book again, and two Japanese guys with big big cameras and "media" nametags were standing there talking, and one pointed at me with the card, so I went over to him and he said "Can I see it?" and I showed him the card, and the two guys started talking between them in Japanese (saying something like "huh, interesting, I wonder where she got it" so I just blurted out something like "三年前日本で買いました", to which the guy replied "そうね。写真を撮ってもいい?" and I nodded, so he took the picture. Whee.
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