Some days, for whatever reason, you wake up feeling lethargic. You restrained yourself to one drink, you turned off the screens an hour before bed, and you even drank some tea to wind down. You don’t remember having a particularly hard time sleeping, and yet, you wake up at 8:30 in the morning feeling like you got maybe 30 total minutes of rest. Sometimes it just happens.
I think that that was probably the Mariners today. They groggily stumbled into the stadium, still picking the sand out of the corners of their eyes. They sipped coffee before getting dressed, played loud music in an effort to get stimulated, and jogged a bit to get the blood flowing.