Mariners suffering from seasonal-affective disorder?

Turns out that I learned my way out of throwing an absolute fit about Seattle's continued struggles at the plate. Let me explain.

I came prepared to do some serious complaining this morning.

That tends to happen when the baseball team you follow loses three of four games as the Mariners did in Minnesota, getting outscored 26-15. They also struck out something like one thousand, three hundred and ninety seven times.

But the fact that the Mariners lost their series finale in Minnesota yesterday afternoon gave me some time to simmer down and gather some perspective. After all, the Mariners had won six consecutive series heading into Minnesota, and the Twins are on a certified heater, having now won 15 of their past 17 games. Or maybe I’m just riding the wave of enthusiasm that came from watching Dallas beaten the Oklahoma City Ill-Gotten Gains in Game 2 of the Western Conference semifinals. I enjoyed that a great deal.

But in spite of that … I checked in this morning thoroughly prepared to complain about this Mariners offense and the possibility that the franchise is wasting a championship-caliber pitching staff because Seattle once again struggles to hit. Then I read something, and while I’m not going to say it alleviated all of my concerns about Seattle’s lineup, I’m much more willing to give it some time.