There are games, and stretches of games, that make you question fandom. Not in the self-pitying why oh why am I a freaking mariners fan way, but in a why am I a fan of one particular team kind of way. I was excited about Felix Hernandez start, energized to watch my favorite team play baseball against my least favorite team. For so many seasons he was all we had to feel good about; it was Felix and you couldn’t have him. And then the game started and every dinger hit I thought to myself, Why do I feel like I just gave up that home run?