Reader, it has been so long since I started a recap before the game was over I’m not even quite sure I remember how. Last year this was modus operandi: it was obvious early on whether whatever starter we’d animated from Triple-A by putting a coin in his mouth and reading from an ancient scroll was going to be able to keep up with the MLB-caliber lineup he was facing that day (usually not). During those long, interminable stretches where Mitch and Jean and Pax and whoever else was hurt, it was standard practice around the ol’ Landing to fire up a document in the third and just start typing.
Rays win a game against the Mariners, who politely walk quietly into the sea
