It seemed like such a nice idea at first. An outing with Wade Miley. It was the first time the Mariners had seen him in a while, you know. At least a few months. And before that? A year or more. It had taken the Mariners some time before they were comfortable seeing him again. After all, what with how poorly it had gone between the Mariners and Wade, you’d excuse the Mariners for looking back and thinking: what was I thinking?
Of course, the Mariners would never say something that rude to Wade.