Horror movies chock full of jump scares and blood-n-guts galore are scary, certainly, but the true greats of the genre have figured out that nothing is as scary as climbing into someone’s mind and torturing them there. The first time I saw Silence of the Lambs, I don’t think I slept for a week without dreams of long dark hallways and pits in the ground and fava beans and Chianti. There’s nothing quite so scary, it turns out, as an imagination unleashed and left to roam in the dark and quiet solitary hours. Anyway, apropos of nothing, this:
The Mariners have decided to start James Paxton in a sim game instead of today’s Cactus League game.