I’m telling you, as soon as this stupid fucking NFL Lockout ends, I may never write about the Mariners again!
I can’t remember ever having such a wild rollercoaster of emotions regarding a team like I’ve had for the Maringers this year. I hate them, I love them, I hate them again. These hitters are just the worst, most miserable piles of shit I’ve seen in my life. I don’t know what’s worse: that I knew this coming into the season because we were hamstrung financially by the owners who are tightening up those purse strings, or that they fucking fooled me – if ever so briefly – with their winning ways in the month of May, into believing that they could MAYBE hold the fort at around .500.
But no, this is not a .500 team. This is a team that was God damned SCREWING with us and will fall apart in short order.
Hey, three more games against the Rangers? My bet: we lose all three.
Just in time to hit the road for a 9-game East Coast road trip where we go to Toronto, Boston, and New York. What’s a smart bet? 2-7? That feels right to me. Then, we finish the month with three games vs. Tampa. What you wanna bet we win no more than 2 games the rest of the month?
I’m tired. There are only so many ways you can write about a shitty offense. Preseason football can’t come fast enough.
In the meantime, go out and celebrate a GREAT (regular season) team. 2001 Mariners Bobblehead night is tonight. I won’t be there, but I’m planning on going home after work and reacquainting myself with them. Might even throw up a retrospective before the ballgame tonight.
Don’t touch that dial.