In my perfect world, it would be mid-April, and I'd be at SafeCo Field watching a day game against Oakland in the chilly sunshine. Freshly cut grass, bright yellow foul poles.

I’d get there early to watch batting practice, read a newspaper between bombs off the Hit It Here Café and follow the jet trails above the Space Needle. I'd have garlic fries, a few Mikes Lemonades and an Ivar Dog in the 7th, I'd listen to Dave Niehaus on my portable radio, I'd dance with the gruondskeepers, I'd root for the yellow boat.

I would consider life, universal truth, man's essential dilemma, the benefits of the DH and the absurdity of the Oxford comma. I would not think about work, church, my financial situation, my luck or my lot in life.

Ichiro would get four hits and two bags, Bedard would get 12 Ks and leave to an ovation in the 8th, there would be a Beltre/Lopez/Sweeny triple play, the game would end with a Griffey walk-off shot and the announcement that the New Orleans Hornets were moving to Seattle for the 2010 season.

I’d meet Erin for pizza with our friends after the game and we’d sneak bags of candy into a cheesy Sci-Fi movie in Woodinville. We’d listen to The Police on the radio and the babysitter would drive herself home.

After a day like that, I think I’d be able to come back here.

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Hank Green is a genius.

Beacause I don't want to talk about the Seahawks or my job.