After taking the mound for the first time since straining a tendon in his middle finger (seriously, even our metaphors are turning against us), the 26-year old Canadian lefty tossed on a radiant blue and gold jersey, reflecting in its freshness if not what could have been then what has still yet to be, and then he fidgeted with his hat. Under an overcast sky, the man who was once hyped as one-third of the most terrifying group of pitching prospects in the game may have thought about all the time he missed this year, what the team's performance in his absence says about his value, and what it meant for him to still have, ostensibly, the best years of his career ahead of him.
Mariners go gently into that good night, then just kind of lose baseball game to Rockies
