I was driving home when Trumbo left them loaded in the first inning (Because of course he did. Did his sad Trombone travel to Chicago? Could you see it in the stands?). The fact that I was driving is only relevant because I had yet to see the horror that awaited me. Our good friend Matt Ellis would ask, "What did we have here?" Well, what we had here was a bad baseball game and even worse uniforms. Sure, this game was a stinker. But that is a secondary concern to the real travesty of baseball that occurred in the Windy City tonight.
Mariners consumed in slow burning disco inferno
