Started with the first pitch in '77 and the voice of Dave Neihaus calling the strike.
Now whether that first pitch by Diego Segui was really a strike doesn't matter, baseball was in my area. We had a team again. The joy! Yeah, we got slaughtered, but who cared.
I went to the third game ever. It was my very first major league game. I was in fan heaven. I can remember hearing the pitcher's pitch pop the glove of the catcher and wondering what the heck was that noise. Until I looked in the bull pen and saw the reliever warming up. It was mind boggling that that ball was going that fast. o.0
Also remember the fan three rows behind me yell out to Joe Rudy... "Take it easy on us, Rudy!" and then he promptly proceeded to smack the darn thing into the left field bleachers of the Kingdome. But I didn't care, it was baseball, darn it!
Can recall being at work listening to the games on the radio and having a customer ask me my favorite team. I said the Mariners. He said "I mean a real team." And I said "The Mariners." Then came '95 and all I could do was think of that man and grin... "Vindication!" :D
I grew with the team. I learned more of the ins and outs of the game from my M's.
All that and more is why I'm an M's fan.