The last Mariner game of 2019 was played under a closed roof, grey cement skies glowing dully through the gaps. It was cold and still, from what I understand. The fans dotted the bleachers, dressed in layers, clapping and standing at appropriate moments, their movements echoing against the steel. The whole experience felt mildly hollow and brittle, like a first frost, where the first steps onto the pavement are cautious. An early lead on a Kyle Seager home run was followed by a string of 8 scoreless innings thrown by young Mariner pitchers auditioning for a role in 2020, and then, a few long at bats not withstanding, it ended quietly as it began.
The End.
