Man, I hate writing things when I’m tired or in a bad mood. Today it’s both, so some of this may come off sounding like I’ve gone a little sideways, comapared to my normal tone.
First of all, is there anything much more disapponting than being on the receiving end of a four-game sweep? A three game sweep is one thing; it’s kind of common, an everyday occurrence. But the Mariners just played four games in Detroit and could not win even one of them. Even when ahead, they still managed to fail. Which isn’t to say they didn’t try; certainly the Detroit series featured a lot of hitting, but once runners were on, we just couldn’t figure out what to do with them. This is a recurring issue for this team, and I have no idea what we need to do about it, but something needs to be rectified and fast: we are 6-15 for this month, and that is simply unacceptable for a team that was doing as well as we were in the months of April and May. Obviously, the injuries have created a lot of setback for the team, which is not something that can be avoided, and that is unfortunate; but we have to start working on baserunning before it’s too late, and “too late” is coming swiftly.
I was trying to leave work today and was checking Twitter quickly on the elevator when I saw this little gem from Ryan Divish. It was followed up by this. If you don’t want to click a link, and because I’m going to talk about it anyway, recent golden boy Boog Powell accepted an 80-game suspension for PEDs. No word yet on what kind, but apparently he also got pinged wth amphetamines back in 2014 (Amphemtamines?! I’m sorry, it’s it 1973?) Powell claims that he “doesn’t know” how he ingested the mystery substance, but that it is one the list of banned substances for baseball. A lot of people have strong opinions over the PED issue, and I get that: a lot of you went through the original PED time period in the early 90s, you’re all used to it by now. But can we please stop with the I-don’t-know-how-I-ate-this nonsense? Come on! How many times are fans going to have to endure these pseudo-apologies for breaking the rules? This isn’t 1993; you can’t work at getting into the majors in this game and be completely unaware that there are a lot of things you shouldn’t be ingesting. MLB is supending people now, and harder than they used to; you not only hurt fan confidence when you do stuff like this, you set yourself back, and you let your team down. I can’t hate every player that does this – there are a lot more guys like Powell out there in the minors right now who just haven’t been caught yet – but stop talking to the fans like we’re idiots who don’t understand how eating and drinking works. It doesn’t make you look humble, it makes you look like you think you’re smarter than the rest of us; and that looks good on approximately nobody. Boog, I like you, but if you get caught again, I want you out of the game. If you are incapable of playing the game to the point where you feel the need to take a banned substance, then maybe you shouldn’t be playing the game at all. The fact that players take these “supplements” says more about what they think about themselves and their skill level than it does about anything else.
See? That’s what you get when I’m tired and cranky. I don’t want to be mean to anyone in a Mariners uniform, but today is not a good day, and baseball is not on my good side.
Now I’m going to turn around and say that I’ll be at tomorrow’s game against the St Louis Cardinals, and it looks like Wade LeBlanc will be starting in Taijuan Walker’s place while Walker is still out recovering from a tendon issue in one of his feet. This is literally the first I’m hearing that LeBlanc is even on our team, which tells you just how busy I’ve been this month; he was acquired yesterday, and I had no idea. The slot on Mariners.com was actually blank when I went to check it this morning. The Cardinals are in second place in the NL Central, but if it’s anything that this game has taught me, it’s that that means absolutely nothing, no matter how badly I want it to.
And the beat goes on, until it doesn’t anymore. Go, Mariners.