I’m hanging orange lights for fall tonight while watching the game. The sun is going down earlier, fall is officially here; it’s time to succumb to the allure of crisp air, the turning of the leaves, pumpkin spice everything. The heavier duvet is on my bed, poised and primed for action. And the Mariners, on the screen, are doing what I’m accustomed to them doing, every fall: going gentle into these shorter nights. Tonight it’s a sleepy, 5-1 loss to the Royals, a night that feels like so many other late September nights. If you didn’t show me the standings, I wouldn’t believe this team was in it; they don’t look like they deserve to be in it, sleepwalking through this roadtrip, coming up short against theoretically lesser teams again and again.
Royals ride wave of young studs, Mariners show up as a bunch of duds, lose 5-1
