I wanted to write about Mitch Haniger Monday night. His heroic two-homer game lifted the Seattle Mariners into the mesosphere and I, like a chump, had two other articles on deadline and could not fit it in. I was disappointed, few things sting like missing the moment, taking the pitch for a strike when it was the one you know you needed to hit. Last night, however, Haniger had the courtesy to re-extend the invitation, gift-wrapped in another majestic round-tripper.
While longtime readers may be familiar with my affinity for Haniger, stretching back to the first days of his acquisition, I’m not too proud to say that I’ve loathed watching him hit at times this season.