If you've been a visitor here for some time, you'll know that the only professional sport Matt and I follow with any fidelity is baseball. Since moving to Seattle, we've adopted the Mariners as our home team. After all, years of being Rays fans taught us how frustrating it is when the stadium is filled with transplants whose loyalty hasn't shifted to their new hometown.
This year, we've been at a couple major games of the postseason, including the fifth game of the ALDS and game four of the ALCS. I won't go into details recounting those games, because this post isn't really about baseball, but I will just say that those games are definitely going down in franchise history.
Sitting here watching game six of the ALCS, watching the Mariners struggle as early as the second inning, I've come face to face with a stark reminder about myself.
