I love the Seattle Mariners. And that makes this season so damn hard to process. Games like this.
I am usually ever the optimist. I look for the upsides, the ceilings, the what-ifs. I dare to live in those horizons and know that many times my hopes might be let down, but sometimes that faith may instead be rewarded.
Not this fucking year.
Not this Seattle Mariners team. 2024, year of the Tridents Up, and then with the dark magic that this accursed season hath wrought, Pitchforks Up.
Despite every force of nature, every devoted fan shouting at it, this Mariners team just keeps finding ways to sink away as the season ever wanes.