We’ve been getting our money’s worth out of Hawaiian volcano photographs of late. But it’s an entirely appropriate metaphor for the way the season has gone. At the beginning of the month, Arizona were standing on an island beach, taking selfies in which Mt. 500 was a mere bump on the horizon. But three weeks later, Mt. 500 has come to us, sneaking stealthily up from behind, to the point where the back of the Diamondbacks’ necks are feeling a bit toasty. What is all that ash stuff doing on our towels? And where has the team bus gone?
The 2018 Diamondbacks: Peering into the abyss
