This thing just isn’t fun anymore. The Mariners started their slide on the 4th of July and I don’t think any of these trades are going to do the trick. This is just a poorly constructed team from the hitting side of things. Incidentally, this is EXACTLY the team we expected to be getting when the season started: pretty much a .500 team with your highs and lows and whathaveyou.
It’s been nice that Dustin Ackley has been so hot for the last month, but seriously, what else is new? He does this, just like Brad Miller and Justin Smoak and every other useless fucking twat on this team: they entice you with short bursts of competence followed by long bouts of ineptitude.
Here’s the fucking deal: we’re two games back in the second wild card spot. Our team is set, for the most part. Maybe Michael Saunders comes back in a couple weeks, maybe he makes a positive impact. Who knows? But, the team is pretty much set as is. 51 more games. 7 against the Blue Jays (who currently hold the second wild card spot), including three at home next week and four on the road in the last week of the season. 26 of 51 are against teams in the A.L. West. 28 of 51 are against teams with winning records. This is the time to prove: are we WORTHY of a playoff spot, or not?
Chris Taylor looks good. He’s had some problems defensively in his short stint in the Majors, but I wouldn’t anticipate that will continue. Anyway, he can hit, so it’ll be nice to never see Brad Miller again. Then, in about a month, when Chris Taylor starts to suck dick, we’ll get to start the process all over again. Hooray for prospects who never pan out!
I have nothing else to say about this team. They’ve won 10 of their last 26. Remember 2007 and 2009? Remember how those Mariners teams hung around in “contention” for a while, then went into a huge nosedive? That’s the part of the season we’re in now. Luckily, we’ve got football season. The Seahawks have their first pre-season game on Thursday and it’ll be more interesting than any of the remaining Mariners games we’ve got left to slog through.
Fuck baseball, football’s back!