Make no mistake: I was pretty bummed out about last night’s game. It’s a relief the M’s weren’t no-hit, but having not one, but two highly anticipated debuts spoiled by offensive ineptitude stung. We all love mythical debuts; it’s why Ken Griffey, Jr.’s home debut from thirty-two years ago is still talked about. It’s why the baseball world stopped to stare at Stephen Strasburg’s electric first start in D.C. back in 2010. Highly touted prospects appearing on the biggest stage for the first time is theatrical, the promise of the future finally in full view in the present. So no, I don’t blame folks for being sad about last night.
Mariners eschew traditional storytelling, write compelling second chapter, win 7-3
