This off-season stinks.
I hate hypotheticals and am a generally impatient person, so I tend to think most off-seasons stink overall. But this one has been particularly, egregiously smelly. The Mariners, of course, did us no favors, cratering into the off-season by missing out on the playoffs by just one game. Again. The beats reported the front office had about $15 million to work with, they jettisoned Jorge Polanco and Josh Rojas, creating fun new holes on top of existing ones, and the man who rightfully earned the nickname Trader Jerry has been nowhere to be seen.
So, with an absence of new toys to play with, or good vibes to reflect on, or any real rumors to sink our teeth into, what is a wee blog - at the mercy of the hungry masses and churning content machine - to do?