Downstairs in the Mariners clubhouse, below the feet of the thousands who sojourn to Safeco Field every day during the season, is what seems to be a small supply closet. It’s by the walkway down to the batting cages, with a particle wood door and shiny brass handle. It is utterly unremarkable, and for less than a year it was the office of the Mariners’ Director of High Performance (note: Dr. Martin likely had an office upstairs, too, with other high-ranking officials). The room, in glimpses during clubhouse visits over a few months, was devoid of, well, anything - no personal affects, no decor, little beyond a generic desk and chair.
Dr. Martin’s Allegations Demonstrate Fundamental Problems within the Mariners Organization, Baseball as a Whole
