Blown leads, strike outs, home runs, rain, sunshine, wind, drama. This one had it all.
The game started under a gray, Seattle-like sky in Cleveland, OH. Cleveland, patient zero of sports pain and misery, has seemingly infected the Mariners every time the team has touched it. Yet today the Mariners were faced with the rare and precious opportunity to win a series, and improve to 4-2 on a difficult, five thousand-some-odd mile road trip.
It began with the unexpected. Whenever the Mariners acquire a new player, I struggle to visualize them hitting a home run, until he hits the first one.