Oh, the Mariners. I am torn between ignoring games for the rest of the month until September call-ups and continuing to watch because I still love the team. It’s been a long tiring summer, and I’m sure I’m not really saying anything anyone else doesn’t already think. Jeff has as excellent point here:
“Maybe blogging about baseball on a regular basis is awesome when you’re writing about a quality team.”
This past series against the Baltimore Orioles was rough. Normally if the Ms lose to the Os, I don’t really mind, being lightly on the Birds’ side as I am. But this one was just tough. We lost all three games, and we lost them through pitching. I would blame a lack of offense, or the umpires – as a lot of others have chosen to do, especially with Tuesday night’s game – but it was our pitchers that lost these games for us. First Jason Vargas, then Blake Beavan and Lucas Luetge, then Kevin Millwood. I try never to swear in this particular internet space, but my longshoreman’s mouth is leaking over into my typing fingers, and I’ll just say it; this series was fucking depressing. I was unable to watch the New York series because I was in a wedding at the base of Mt Hood and had no access to any television or radio, but I did get email alerts, and iPhone technology being what it is, was able to check scores that way. Other than Felix Hernandez’s start, which of course is a bright spot any day of the week, it was another lost series to New York City’s American League. By now, losing to New York is kind of to be expected; we simply don’t have the bats to compete with a team like the Yankees. But getting swept by the Orioles is downright sad.
I guess the main positive I can take away from all of this is that it puts the Orioles in a better place in the AL East, and I would love to see a team that has, in the past few years, been the East’s Mariners equivalent, get into the playoffs. The other big plus that I can take away from it is that this series sort of reinforced my love of Michael Saunders, who spent all three games playing center field like a champ. He made a running diving catch last night that saved us from having a Bird on base, and it was fabulous. If he could raise his BA up a few ticks, I would be totally and completely happy with him. But right now, we are lucky to have the defense he provides; the alternative is terrifying.
I am sure I have more to say, but this is going to be short because I have to get back to work. These few thoughts were just rattling around in my head this morning, so I figured I would toss them out there to the ether. There. That feels a little better.
Next Tuesday I get a Rays game with my friend Gray. I’m not expecting much, I am just glad to go to a baseball game at this point, because it’s summer and that’s what we do in the summer. I am trying to remain upbeat about writing about a game I keep watching, but Jeff is right; when nothing is really going on on the field, it’s hard to figure out what to write on a blog. All I want to do is scream at this team, but I’m not going to do that. Instead, I have decided it’s just better not to say anything at all, if I can’t say anything truly nice.