The beauty of baseball is that even when things seem to be so terrible that it doesn't seem worth looking into, you can find some new stat or new way to look at something and take that dead horse, skip the slaughterhouse, and just turn its bones into gelatin right on the spot.
I've been a little obsessed with the Mariners' offense in June, or their lack thereof as well. Part of it is because the team seems to leave me less and less each day to actually be interested in, and I am left to my own devices to find something interesting about them.