I’m trying to figure out who, other than those of us for whom it was a requirement, would watch the entirety of today’s Spring Training game—a sleepy Sunday blowout the Mariners were on the wrong side of. Someone ill on the couch, perhaps, or held in place by a slumbering baby? Killing time while on the job? Somewhere where one is enjoying the beer and company more than the game itself, certainly. An afternoon of watching baseball is certainly better than an afternoon of not watching baseball, but this is the kind of game it’s better to enjoy as baseball-adjacent.