Felix Day was empty, and so was this blogger. I was up after the game, and I was online, I just forgot to post anything.
The Mariners still have seven to win to avoid embarrassment.
Category: not being embarrased
I thought Carlos Silva was supposed to start today, and I’m sure to learn why that didn’t happen if it was supposed to happen. But, I didn’t actually watch the game (my son’s baptism was today), but I checked the score.
Sweet, we won the series against the Yankees. Awesome.
Well, today’s story shouldn’t be about Silva, but about the Yankees, but yesterday I promised a Silva thought, so here goes.
Last year I had a thing for Jorge Campillo. The thought of a Mexican junkballer just appealed to me. But, we let him go and he ended up with the Braves and now sports a 7-7 record and sub-4 ERA.
Instead of keeping him for the cheap, we signed Carlos Silva (4-14, plus 6 ERA). This was my symbol of the team in trouble, we signed a guy seemingly just so we can spend more money on him. Eh.
Tried to watch as much as the Mariners game as I could, but had the US v. Cuba World Cup qualifier on DVR, so I switched back and forth.
United States of America wins, Seattle Mariners lose.
Tomorrow, win or lose, a thought on Carlos Silva.
And, if I’m doing this correctly (trying to find out the minimum number of wins the Mariners need to avoid 100 losses) the Mariners magic number is at 8.
Since we had a win from a youngster tonight, I’m reminded of another young Mariner pitcher: Bob Wolcott, who was famously thrown to the wolves against the Indians in 1995, but came out a winner. He ended up a big fizzle.
My story goes that when I was at Delaware State studying journalism, in one of the classes we had to write a fake half hour news script to tape. My sports section referred to Wolcott winning the Cy Young while pitching the Mariners into the World Series.
Hopefully Morrow ends up like my fantasy Wolcott, not the real Wolcott.
So as of right now, the Mariners have 23 games left and 15 possible losses before they reach 100 for the season. Which, would be embarrassing.
What is more embarrassing is that from the middle of July until right now I’ve hardly paid attention to the Mariners, which if you’ve met me before this year, is weird.
I used to be the type of person that would come home and turn on the t.v. or radio just to have the Mariners in the background. Before this year, my family and I used to attend at least half a dozen (at the very very least) games a year. This year I went to one, and only because the ticket was free and I was invited.
When I lived in Delaware in the 90s, I would stay up late watching Headline News, waiting for the Mariner’s score. When I moved back to Olympia, I felt immediately blessed that the Mariners were not only on t.v. a lot, but on the radio.
It was a variety of reasons that put me over the edge. Two kids are much harder than one. The Mariners are historically and embarrassingly bad. I want to quit blogging bad. Soccer is also suddenly fun to watch. etc…
I’m here to make amends. So, this I promise: From now until the end of the year, I’m not only going to watch the Mariners as much as I used to, I’m going to blog every game.
For every loss, you’ll get the death march countdown to 100 losses. For every win, you’ll get a memory from Emmett’s Mariners memory bank. For example today, it was the one about staying up late watching cable when I was 17 on the east coast, waiting for the yellow lettering telling me the Mariners were done.
