The Mariners beat the Rangers on Wednesday, 4-2. It could be a moment, unless it isn't.
It was the twenty-third of the month when it happened, the ball flying off the bat of a once-unheralded prospect now just as exciting as his hairline had allowed him to be: which was, enough to get the job done. Then, there had been eight in a row, carved in the back wall of the jail cell as if they were all that was, is, and ever will be.
There was a lot at stake on that breezy April afternoon. Not only a losing streak, but a slow start for a steady player, a potential failure of a behemoth free-agent signing.