I’ve been looking forward all day to coming home to watch the Mariners. What a stupid thought.
All Friday, my thoughts have been with a baseball team that’s 15-42 on the year. I’ve been daydreaming about watching Justus Sheffield’s fastball top out at 92 MPH before getting annihilated by soon-to-be AL MVP Matt Chapman. I know the exact average J.P. Crawford will have to post in 12 at-bats over the next three days so that the Mariners’ de facto batting leader will finish the season above .270.
We often joke about how nobody is better equipped to handle malaise than Mariner fans, but never has it felt more apt than this season.