The thing about Mondays is Friday feels so far away, like impossibly far; Friday is one of those logic problems where the distance keeps halving and you get closer but never quite there. Friday I’m in love, but Monday I’m in a windowless room competing with Sisyphus for Employee of the Millennium.
It feels like that when the Mariners are mired in a losing stretch, too, a problem that deepened tonight as they dropped their fourth straight game of the young season, this time to the detestable Angels. It stinks because tonight felt like a winnable game, with promising starter George Kirby on the hill to make his season debut.