I don’t need to tell anyone within a 500-mile radius of Seattle that it is unconscionably hot out this weekend. I mean, really - the temperature in Chicago tonight was just 75 degrees compared to the 91 here. And triple digits on Sunday that could easily creep into 110 come Monday? Lunacy. I was frankly jealous of the Mariners for being able to skip town for a place where the weather felt somewhat habitable, even if that place being Chicago felt surreal.
Rest assured, that while they played in a mild climate, their bats stayed hot as ever.