Baseball can be hard to follow intently as it drags through the dog days of summer. At least, that’s my experience as a Mariners fan. I’m sure fans of the Astros and the Yankees just adore every little bit of the season. They, however, are not given the equivalent of the world’s most difficult Where’s Waldo book: trying to find the joy in a Matt Wisler-into-Wade LeBlanc one-two punch.
Yesterday signaled the end of the dog days. We got a true downpour. Most Starbucks location now have the-drink-that-shall-not-be-named.