As Mike watched Trevor Story’s home run ball sail over the fence and listened to the Rockies fans around him erupt with joy, the feeling that settled in his chest was disturbingly familiar, like an ex’s favorite song coming on the radio. It was the feeling of late nights in the dorm, the walls thrumming with the sound of parties he hadn’t been invited to; scrolling through photos of trips he hadn’t been invited on; joy, just around the corner, just out of reach. He took in the purple-clad mob around him hugging and high-fiving.
Mariners lose stupid game in stupid fashion, get swept at Coors
