The Low Point of My Summer

… When the Mariner’s Give Up

Every April brings renewed hope for baseball fans everywhere.  Many get to hold onto that hope for the next six months or more.  And some of us are doomed to lose hope well before the season is anywhere near its conclusion.  With some 40 games left to go, my Mariners’ of 2010 are long, long gone.

The Mariner’s game may be the high point of my summer day–while hope still exists for a playoff birth–but the low point of my summer is almost invariably when Mariner’s management gives up on this year.

Its happened entirely more frequently than I’d like over the last several years.  No question about it.  The Seattle Mariner’s again rolled into August completely out of the pennant race.  For the 5th time over the last seven seasons, the Mariner’s were sellers at the trade deadline.

It’s that time of year when some big-leaguers hearts (and careers) are broken and some kids from the Minor Leagues begin to live their dream.  In the first case, I offer my condolences to fellow Montanan Rob Johnson–sent back down to AAA after almost two full-seasons of big-league play.   He made roster room for Adam Moore to renew his quest for every-day Big League play.  One man’s demise is another man’s dream.

I understand the cycle.  I get the mechanics of it.  But I hate watching it.  I just can’t get as excited about seeing a (25 games under .500 Mariner’s) team trying new lineups each day. Sure, it’s great to see Tui (Mariner backup Matt Tuiososopo) have a great few days in Baltimore, as the Mariners won their 4th consecutive series since the end of July (no waiver) trade-deadline.  It offers perhaps a sense of vindication for the Front Office that change was necessary.

I just find it hard to believe that Don Wakamatsu was the problem. It is true, the Mariner’s never did seem to catch any spark all year under Wakamatsu.  They played poorly night after night.  They pitched well in stretches, but they didn’t hit.  And when they did occasionally hit, they just didn’t seem to pitch well that night.  It was a perfect storm of underachievement and everybody in the clubhouse had to feel it.   As a consequence, all press became bad press.  From the troubles with Milton Bradley’s anger-disappointment management, to the Junior napping during a game incident, to the Wakamatsu-Figgins spat, it was one negative story after another.   Like they were doomed to it.

Of course, Wakamatsu’s demise went down in classic, management fashion.  A mere day and a half prior to his “relief from duties,” General Manager Walt Zduriencik announced on TV that Wakamatsu was his guy and he was  sticking with him.  Upon hearing it, I told my buddy, “yep, he’ll be saying those exact words up until the day before he fires him.”

We had no idea that this exact scenario was to play out over the next two days.  I actually believed Zduriencik when he stood by Wak.  So, for the second time of the season, just as Ken Griffey, Jr.’s retirement came without warning, Wak’s firing hit me as a big surprise.   I took it as my cue to de-emphasize the Mariner’s watching of 2010.

And perhaps I should learn to see these “votes of confidence” press conferences for what they are—a possible harbinger of an imminent firing.

It’s too bad.  I liked Wak.  His calm demeanor exuded a sense of inherent baseball wisdom. Hell, last year’s M’s played well above their expected level.  He certainly deserved some of the credit for that.   I’m pretty sure he’ll land on his feet and contribute to some more good baseball elsewhere. To Wak, I say “best regards and good luck down the road.”

For whatever reason, this year’s M’s just haven’t jelled until the last 10 days or so.  And now, it’s too little, way, way, too late.  I still enjoy seeing Gutierrez, Ichiro, Figgins and the gang play.  But, like the rest of M’s nation, I long for a playoff contending Mariner’s team.

Over last year’s offseason, the Mariners were one of the two most aggressive teams in the trade/free-agent market.   What was supposed to be the assembly of a contender, turned into this year’s disaster.   Now, with Wak and company gone, we again embrace the uncertainty of starting over.   Perhaps this off-season, the Front Office will focus less on quantity, and maybe a little more on quality.

And who knows, maybe this off-season will bring the next Jay Buhner-like acquisition—that guy that the other team’s management will kick themselves over for years about letting slip away.

In any event, I’ll begin next April with as much hope as ever—-unless the pundits have picked the Mariner’s to win, which is the veritable “kiss of death” for Mariner’s playoff hopes.   Let’s hope they pick the Rangers or Angels.  JDPF

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2 Responses to The Low Point of My Summer

  1. steveinok says:

    This brought back memories of the 70s when you were a diehard Reds fan. I remember those days well. You saw their future before the Big Red Machine existed.
    What are your thoughts about the Bosox this year?

    • Hey Steve–great to hear from you, brother.

      Wow, it’s been a long-time since we’ve communicated. You have a family and a grown-up daughter already. Congratulations!

      I don’t remember prognosticating the Big Red Machine before they happened….but I do remember liking them because of all the great players—many of which became Hall-of-Famers. They were certainly fun to watch and pay attention to back in the 70s.

      Regarding your question, the Bosox look an awful lot like the ’95 Angels–who melted down so much (blew a 13-game lead) that the Mariner’s made their first playoff run. I think the Sox look done. We’ll see where it goes today and tomorrow. The Sox’ pitching has been lame down the stretch. And none of their former aces have pitched anywhere near that level any time lately. Bedard is going today against Britton in Baltimore (a notoriously hitter friendly venue)…..and Britton’s pitched quite well of late…..and Bedard came to Seattle from Baltimore….so there’s that potential bad blood/memory in his mind as he prepares to pitch. Meanwhile Hellickson is pitching for the Rays against the Colon and the Yankees. Hellickson has been fearless and you don’t know which Colon will be pitching from start to start. At this point, I’ll be surprised if the Red Sox right the ship. They do have one of the best Offenses in the league—on paper anyhow–and on any given day, they can thump it. And they are in Baltimore, which should be just as hitter-friendly (theoretically) for them too.

      As bad as they’ve collapsed, the slate will all be clean, if they do make it into the playoffs. We’ll see how it goes

      Glad to hear from you….thanks for checking out the blog. It’s as close to connected as I get. Best regards to you and yours/JDPF

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