The Seattle Mariners won the group against the Atlanta Braves in a thrilling ninth round

We’re still not used to winning, you know? I mean this on a physiological level: If, like me, you’ve lived your life (or a long part of it) as a Mariners fan, your nervous system will be calibrated to lose. Scott Service says we saw a double header today, with Game One being the first eight innings and Game Two being the ninth. When the first game wrapped up, I had an outline summary focusing on the ways our nervous systems are mistuned in qualifying, and what we can do about it. But then the second game happened and let’s face it: no one has calibrated for a day like this. We just won an interesting competition against a good baseball team (whose fans think we’re a good baseball team!) And so our series won against the MLB Champions. We won one game, then lost, then won again, and the future blossomed before our eyes. You can’t prepare for a match like today, you just have to taste it. Well let’s go.


Game 1:

The story of the first eight rounds is the story of Marco Gonzalez. In a year where he cemented his place as not the pitcher he used to be, Marco spinned a beauty today, running six rounds with 91 throws, only two, one run, no walk, and five hits. He mixes up his pitches well, throws his four stitches more often than he has in his last few starts and has had success with his cut and bowsaw as well. He was well positioned through all six innings and seemed comfortable working quickly. Braves’ strong lineup wasn’t able to make a lot of good contact and spoke 11 times in the first six rounds. Dave Sims described Marco’s performance today as “cagey”, He is supposed to refer to the elusive way in which his novels deceived hitters:

Marco’s only run was the Homer solo off an Austin Riley racquet in third. It was a fitting start to end a good week for Gonzalez, as he was selected as a sailor nominee for the award Roberto Clemente Prize And the LAUNCH LIMITED EDITION WINE To raise funds to combat multisystem atrophy. Let today’s performance be a warning to all of us not to dismiss Marco too early:

Unlike many of Marco’s M’s starts, he was backed up by some offense (and some defense, shriek Sam Haggerty, Folk Hero). Julio Rodriguez didn’t make Marco wait for that confirmation, taking Jake Odorese’s second pitch for 392 feet over the fence:

While the Mariners sometimes did Mariner in this (leaving Suárez and Frazier in the first and second half, for example), they also looked like a team with multiple players who could reach the clutch. Determined not to give up the lead for more than half a stroke at any time, M’s attack rallied in the fourth inning after the Riley race at home. Cal Rally and Carlos Santana pulled back-to-back walks from Odorizzi, who had some problems driving this afternoon and didn’t finish the run. Adam Frazier missed the year today and showed up at his level in 2021, impressing the M fan; He came to the racket with Raleigh and Santana in fourth and patiently waited on the field. When he came, he slapped her in the middle of the field for a hat-trick, scoring both of his teammates. Frazier would come to score two hitters later on base hitting Folk Hero Ham Swaggerty:

Evan James, producer of LL Podcast, notes that with one Tuesday, Haggerty will be fWAR’s top mariner for gamers with over 150 panel appearances. At what point is it legitimate enough that we have to stop saying “folk hero”?

It was the previous day for the Astros on the Hill of the Braves, who brought in Colin McHugh to finish fourth and close to fifth. I swear McHugh has one of the most familiar faces in baseball, and Suarez seemed to think so too, because he knew the pitch he wanted and took McHugh deep into his 29th home career this season.

At the bottom of sixth, M scored again when Fraser walked and JP Crawford pushed him with a double. Although there were fears (left M runners in the beginning and third, and Haniger exiting the game with a tightness in his lower back), there was a growing excitement and optimism at T-Mobile Park, in my living room, and perhaps in yours. Despite my constant impostor syndrome and managing expectations around this series, it really seemed like we were going to win this series. Could it be that luck is finally not working our way to victory? Even against last year’s World Championship winners? Autumn is beginning to take on the possibilities of new meanings in the caverns of my mind, despite my best efforts and decades of training. Matt Brach’s three shots in the seventh inning, the Braves lap against a 99MPH fastball, slider, detailed curve. Coming in at eighth, Erik Swanson isn’t looking great, giving up a home run to NL Rookie of the Year Michael Harris II. Ah, well, it’s just one mediocre round, and we’re still going 6-2 with good arms in the game. Andres Muñoz comforts Swanson and shuts them down. One more round and that’s in the bag.


Game 2:

Three endings and it’s over and we’ll have Series won. Coming Diego Castillo – That’s nerve-wracking, but he can get three times, right? We went up by four, which is a lot, right?

Castillo walks Austin Riley in four pitches. Sorry, please hit it off.

Castillo Walks In Olson formerly known as Oakland Matt. Double Yikes.

William Contreras founded, but runners advance to second and third. It’s just two outs. We will still be two places ahead even if both runners score. My stomach started to get hard.

Von Grissom strikes. Well, there is another one. Maybe he has this in Castillo. Maybe you’re exaggerating. I’m not used to winning, it’s okay. My feelings feel threatened, but my mind argues that it is still very likely that we will get past this danger.

Michael Harris II hits home three times. Now 6-5 Mariners and my mind isn’t sure either. To be fair to Castillo, the pitch wasn’t terrible, and that credit goes to MH2 as much as it is to the bowler.

Scott Servier goes to the boardroom and Paul Swald attends. My shoulders relax and my breathing slows down. I trust Sewald, and he just has to take out one. As I begin to consider worst-case scenarios, I reassure myself: Even running here just ties it in, we’re unlikely to give up the lead.

On a 1-2 count, Sewald gives one song off to Eddie Rosario. Until Robbie Grossman comes along. oscillating blow. Only two of these are game over. Sewald threw a slide low and in and Grossman hit it over the right field fence, scoring two goals and giving the Braves a 7-6 lead. Sewald followed this up by hitting Ronald Acuna Jr. with a pitch and finally prodding to the ground to finish the inning.

Atlanta Braves vs Seattle Mariners

Photo by Steve Chambers/Getty Images

I close the summary document, and I need a minute before I can erase my draft and start over. I know how to love the losing team. I can enjoy losing the Mariners with the best of them. But I’m not used to losing when I know We could have won.

At this point, most of my heart had given up on this for getting lost. It must have been the little part that wasn’t put somewhere in my subconscious mind that part of what makes this team good is chemistry (forgive me). To be more specific, this team of Mariners are good – beyond good to be really happy – because they built relations with each other, because they have mutual respect And the interdependencebecause they are celebrate together And the practice their celebrations And it turns out that the relationship is the basis of hope.

The Braves sent Kenley Jansen to tumble to the bottom of ninth, facing the Mariners’ 9-1-2 hitter. Hamm Swagerty knocked out his spot with a punch, and Julio climbed to the plate. Julio, who despite his bravery, obviously puts the relationship first and foremost in his approach to this game. If you’re somehow getting into this feed and don’t know exactly what’s going to happen next, I’m not sure what to tell you:

The eyes start twitching and the breath is released. There is a chance. Ty France hits a pinch for Taylor Trammell and is out for second from nine. I bundle myself for extras. This is sexy and cool and I feel like an old rubber band is more likely to break than stretch. Eugenio Suarez comes into the racket role, and he also knows that a good team means good relationships, or in other words, feelings.

The sailors won this game, for each other, and we rode waves of catharsis, anxiety, and joy. If you haven’t had a chance to watch this, I highly recommend watching the 8:30 rebroadcast tonight on ROOT, find some featured videos, or tune in to the radio tomorrow morning to hear the highlights. This is a rare type of game, that takes us on such a dynamic emotional journey and ends with such a reward.

Hopefully there will be more of these games this year, some after match 162. However, whether or not winter is approaching. Summer fades in smoke and then cool air, and this particular team will never come the same way again. If the theme of the game is any indication, this afternoon’s game reminded us to savor this team while they’re here, savoring the last fruits and the last warm summer nights. How fortunate we are to measure our days through this beautiful game, and to do so with each other.


I leave you with my favorite poem about summer and taste.

From Blossoms By Li-Young Lee (My Focus).

comes from buds
This brown paper bag is made of peach
We bought from the boy
At the bend in the road where we headed towards
painted signs Peache.

From laden twigs, from hands,
From a sweet company in the boxes,
Roadside nectar comes, succulent
Peaches we eat, dusty skin and everything,
The familiar summer dust comes, the dust we eat.

Oh to take what we love inside,
To bear within us an orchard, let us eat
Not only the skin, but the shade,
Not just sugar, but days, to keep
The fruit is in our hands, we worship it, then we bite into it
Cheers round peach.

There are days that we live
As if death is nowhere
in the background; of joy
From joy to joy, from wing to wing,
From blossom to blossom
Impossible flower, for a sweet impossible flower.

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