In which the Mariners face an old friend
Wow, that feels good. For the first time in what feels like a year and a half (I’m still maintaining that last season didn’t count), we have weekend brunch baseball.
It’s a type of baseball viewing experience that transcends all others. Rather than sink into the couch after a stressful and harried day to watch the Mariners do their best 1962 Mets impression, we have the pleasure of...