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10/8/25 Mariners watch party at Growler Guys, Maple Leaf neighborhood |
“Whose logo is that – with the trident?” A man on the light
rail pointed to the cap of another rider.
“Mariners . . . I think it’s newish,” the man wearing
the cap replied.
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10/5/25 light rail |
The one who had asked was one of three guys sporting
Buccaneers caps. Visiting Seattle for the Seahawks game, the men chatted with
the Mariners fan about football, baseball, and where they could get good grub
near Lumen Field, where they were headed. Since they were not directly competing,
their conversation was cordial.
Recently when I spent the day with my niece’s family,
we had lunch at a small café’s counter. Within minutes, my nephew-in-law had engaged
in a lively conversation with the guy who happened to sit next to him – about Huskies
football.
Although I have occasionally exchanged friendly banter with
Cougs or Ducks (the University of Washington Huskies’ historic rivals are the Washington
State University Cougars and the University of Oregon Ducks), I’m not a fan of
any sport or particular team. Yet I have always been fascinated by the instant
bonding that occurs around sports. Strangers on a light rail train who would
otherwise never strike up spontaneous conversation have enough to talk about to
last four train stops. What other subject or interest could possibly bring people
together the way sports can?
Like an anthropologist, I decided to do an observational study
of this human behavior. The Growler Guys in Maple Leaf held a watch party Wednesday
afternoon for Game 4 of the MLB playoffs. The Mariners had bested the Detroit Tigers
the day before, and now the same two teams were playing again.
When I walked in toward the tail end of the game, I knew the
Ms were in trouble: The mood was quiet and subdued. Some patrons were already
clearing their plates and glasses, getting ready to leave, though the game wasn’t
quite over. Others commiserated quietly. The final score was 3 to 9 in the
Tigers’ favor.
The Mariners won the next, crucial game on Friday, which would have been more exciting to sketch. Still, the temperature was 62 and
sunny on the Growler’s pleasant patio, where I had a good view of patrons
watching the big TV. As a neutral observer rather than a fan, I had a great
time on what was likely our last summer-y day before the cold and rain arrived.