Some days, the Mariners play a game I know I’ll want to see again. Those evenings have been few and far between over the past year and a half, but in the ever-grey afternoons of mid-January, I know tonight’s will be a game I cue up. Our hat closet at LL is such that we should be experts in our hometown nine 26, capable, at times critical analysts, but also genuine fans. Today on the site we began with a grim subject, analyzing the miserable travails of Evan White at the plate in this young season, and there were things worthy of critique inthis game, but we finish the night in an effervescent glow of past, present, and future glory.
Mariners baptize Rangers with something old, something new
