please, pardon my LLLJ September 26th, 1995 I’m at my first Mariners game with my parents on my first birthday. The box score tells me it was a resounding win, but being a toddler, I do not remember anything from the game. The city of Seattle is alight, all eyes glued to a playoff chase for the ages, one that will eventually be told and retold as cold comfort for decades to come. The seed, however unaware of it I am, is planted. January 2002 I’m halfway through first grade and at FanFest. Not at Safeco, mind you, in some…