Baseball is a game of patience. You watch the cat and mouse game between the pitcher and hitter, disrupting each other’s timing, each other’s rhythm, with pitch after pitch something less than a result. You watch an entire game, waiting for one burst of action that determines the winner. You watch a whole season, looking for the one memorable moment that seems to define a whole season when you look back on it—Cal’s drought buster, Cade Marlowe’s grand slam. You follow a player’s career, knowing that one day they’ll become the version of themselves you always imagined they could be.
Gilbert comes up just short, offense just comes up short, Mariners lose to Cardinals 2-0
