Yes, it’s time for baseball. How do I know? The Mariners’ commercials are up!
Sadly, they’re not all that great, which I hope is not an omen for the season to come.
Sure, it’s fun to see the boys attempt to act. I love hearing Ichiro talk at all times, and his line, “Ahhh, the closer,” is good. Likewise, seeing Edgar at any point, especially saying the word “sprinkles,” warms my heart. But there are is nothing approaching “Tribute” or “Epidemic,” “Clapper,” or “Flip,” though “Sorry” is my favorite of this year’s crop.
The title of my post is this year’s Mariner motto, which isn’t bad, though it’s Obama-esque. It certainly beats Sodo Mojo, but that’s not too hard. I’m starting to get excited, though I still haven’t purchased my MLB.tv subscription. I’m sure I will though. Homework must be done first to get to know this year’s team: I’m intrigued by this year’s moves (including Junior, whom I don’t loathe at all compared to my antipathy for a certain drug user) and am looking forward to players like Cedeno and Tuiasosopo doing well and maybe getting some playing time. The pitching still frightens me, largely because of Bedard. The M’s are not going to be out here at convenient times (vs. O’s midweek in June; vs. Yankees midweek in July), but I suppose I will have to make a special trip just so I can see Junior.
We also have our Sunday plan for the Phillies, which I’m excited about once more. We have some very good games, including the Red Sox on Fathers’ Day. I of course bet on both teams to win the pennant and the Phils to win it all (sorry M’s: I do have to be grounded in some reality when I gamble).
