It’s been months since I cared about the outcome of a Mariner game. Months. Individual players I still want to succeed, sure, but the scores themselves? The wins and losses? No, not really. If anything, I have wanted them to lose in order to maintain draft position. It is incredibly hard to root for your team to lose, so I have succumbed slowly to apathy.
Last night, in the seventh inning, something snapped into place.
I decided to watch this game after work, despite the many things I needed to get done. So I booted up the game on my laptop, put in my headphones, and carried it with one arm room to room as I cleaned, an entirely inneficent way to watch a game and do chores.