One complaint I’ve had about this organization over the years is that they tend to play things safe. While Brian Cashman scales buildings and makes Grand Gestures befitting a rom-com hero and Andrew Friedman loads up Brinks trucks to drive to free agents’ houses and A.J. Preller is, I don’t know, doing donuts on a flaming motorcycle suspended over a shark tank in outer space, the Mariners and Jerry Dipoto tend to toe a more hesitant line. Outside of Dipoto’s Giant Splash Trades, which have largely dried up as he’s remade the organization to his liking, shipping out old expensive players and bringing in young, cheap ones, the Mariners are rarely headline-grabbers these days, having played their last two seasons and most of this one in a quiet anonymity.
Mariners get (Matt) Brash, add rookie pitcher to starting roster for playoff push
