It’s hard to find anything really objectionable about the Arizona Diamondbacks. They scrap along in the NL West, fighting the legacies and deep pocketbooks of the California teams, but without the haplessness of the Rockies, which inspires more disgust than it does pity. When they win it feels like triumphing over titans, which makes them easy to root for. They roster, generally, players both likable and good, including some former Mariners and hometown prince Corbin Carroll. So rooting against them always feels a little dingy, especially in a game like tonight—a short but, it must be said, brutally umpired affair where it felt like the luck dragons all flew in the Mariners’ direction.