Many years ago, I spent a summer interning for a publishing house in San Francisco. It sounds incredibly cool, but let’s just say that I did not pursue work in that industry after I graduated the following year. The real highlight of that summer was living with my mom’s long-time (we’re talking 50-some years now) best friend, her husband and their precious six-year-old son. Outside of competitive cycling, they weren’t major sports fans but it was early in the Golden State Warriors dynasty, so everyone in the Bay Area was reasonably attuned to basketball. I, of course, could not tolerate the thought of a child raised without baseball, so began to indoctrinate teach him about the game.
Sea Us Summarize: Mariners (late) Week in Review 5/9-5/16
