Look we love baseball. We get very excited at a late rally, seven innings of shut out ball, a foul ball whizzing by our heads. We leap from out seat, we bump fists with neighbors, and sometimes bring our girl to the game and when the baserunner’s rounding third…. and the mustard runs down her chin just so….well, then maybe we put down our nachos, our program, our foam finger, stop looking at the out of town scoreboard for an instant and give her a kiss. That’s just the way we roll. Amongst the startling details coming out of Seattle where a “lesbian kiss” at Safeco park has roiled the customers, the most perplexing detail in the story is this, “There was a couple like seven rows ahead making out” according to accused sapphic smoocher Sirbrina Guerrero. Considering the Mariners are about a thousand games out of first place by Memorial Day, I suppose the product on the field leaves fans looking for something else to do to bide their time. But multiple couples making out in the loge level, really?