So I was at two—count ‘em, two!—of the Ms games this weekend. Good stuff.

Saturday night I sat down near the Ms dugout, where I got to inspect one of the Ms newest—and hottest—players, T.J. Bohn. A minor-leaguer called up from Tacoma, Bohn has shaggy blond hair that flips out from under his baseball cap. We were thrilled to be in the park for Bohn’s first Major League hit—a single—and even more thrilled to be sitting close enough to get this picture of Bohn in the dugout.

If Bohn makes the team next year we’re going to start a fan club—“The Bohnersâ€�—and get some t-shirts printed up. (UPDATE: Apparently Bohn pronounced his name “Bahn,” but so what?)

Sunday afternoon I sat up near the ozone hole with Sherman Alexie and a lovely couple—Mr. and Mrs. O-L—who bought the going-to-an-Ms-game-with-Alexie-and-Savage package in last year’s Strangercrombie. We had a great time roasting our asses off in the nosebleed seats. While we were shooting the shit Sherman told us that Randy Johnson once hit a bird with a pitch. I found that hard to believe, and Sherman he told me to look it up on YouTube when I got home. Well, what do you know…