Mariners beat Dodgers as several players long after their pre-pandemic lives

Every game of this early-then-fiction season feels like a gift, because the spectacle of no season at all weighs heavily as a busy alternative to anything we get on the field. At the same time, however, every game is for the dead-eyed cardboard fans a shocking reminder of how very different life has become. When the Mariners end up playing a split and home split series with the hegemonic Dodgers to make way for a global pandemic, things get even more amazing! Seattle cautiously missed the first two games of this set in Los Angeles before returning home to try to stop a seven-game losing streak.

Taijuan Walker gave the Dodgers an early diet of meatballs right in the middle and they responded accordingly. Running home from Max Muncy, Joc Pederson, and Cody Bellinger, who each came off Walker’s fastball, the Mariners suffered a shortage prior to legs. When Walker’s command left him, each pitch left directly on the barrel as three feet outside the zone, his body language screaming for an escape. When Bellinger’s third inning removed the center field wall, you could almost see Walker longing for a time for COVID, begging for the banal tasks used to make American life.

In that moment, I’m sure Walker would have happily earned a barrage of home runs from him for a memorable errand. Instead of a poorly placed pitch, a few free hours on a Wednesday afternoon, before social distance entered the lexicon …

Taijuan Walker falls restlessly and falls off the bench and gets in the car and drives to the nearest shopping mall. The task? Nothing in particular, just an excuse to feel the rhythms of society, some people see and sip an Orange Julius.

After navigating a group of gawky teens to throw the smoothie in a nearby trash can, Taijuan ends up in Banana Republic. Again no real reason, just thought he would check it out and see what happens. The person working the floor means well, but also works clearly on commission, and begins to state facts about their latest shipment of chinos. Taijuan is, though deeply interested, a courteous shopper who listens before turning his attention to things in which he is actually interested. He needs a graduation from a cousin you see, and maybe needs a new pair of shoes. While the eager employee explains what shoes are, Taijuan grabs a pair that catches his eye and asks for his mate. The employee runs to the back to retrieve them from storage.

Just then a text from his wife comes in. There has been an accident that closed a few routes on the main road, the best being to take another route on the way home. Taijuan sighs and curses his happiness when a box with suede oxfords appears in his hands. The pitcher of the Mariners visits them and walks the perfunctory around the store to see how things feel. Good, but not great, he thinks. A woman searching through strappy camisoles provides space so Taijuan can use the mirror.

‘They looked better on the plank than on my feet,’ he muttered quietly. “Plus, there is no one at this graduation that I have to impress. I’ll just wear those familiar boots in the back of the closet that get me through every semi-important occasion. But maybe I should buy something just to help the lady who works here? Its like fun and it’s a tough job. Yes, I will pack a new hoodie that I can wear on our flights. Those flights from Seattle to Toronto are no joke. I need to be comfortable, and my regular airplane gets a little milky. ‘Taijuan chooses a rust-colored cotton sweatshirt and even registers to be a Banana Republic Cardmember on the go.

“This was not a very lost day,” Taijuan concluded. ‘Sure, the shoes didn’t work, but now I have this sweatshirt to keep me cozy on our trips to the east coast. Hooray! He crosses families, tourists, and afternoon lovers on his way out, happily thinking about how fun it will be to sit on his private Mariners plane and study AL scouting reports, blissfully unaware of what the public health world has in store…

After the Los Angeles trio gave Los Angeles an early 3-1 lead, the Mariners stormed back. Seeing Walker struggle through the early part of the evening, Dodgers’ reliever Dennis Santana showed his solidarity by making absolutely a mess. After taking over for starter Julio Urías, who could record just five outs with his 52 pitches, Santana came out again for the bottom of the third. He released a single and a walk out to the Kyles Lewis and Seager, and delivered RBI a lot for Austin Nola. After what happened next, you might want to understand Santana that he was going back in his life before the pandemic, when no one could see him giving up on monstrous home runs.

Dennis Santana, just after signing with the Dodgers, needs his address. This, he thinks, means it’s probably time for a new driver’s license as well. It is equally sharing the right, civilian thing to do, and also an optimistic motivational trick. “I’ll be here a while,” Santana recalls of his upcoming Dodger career. “Let’s plant some roots.”

Santana is excited to learn that he can make an appointment online instead of walking into the licensing department and deciding how bad they want to be. After strategically choosing a morning one week a day, he arrives at the DOL to find it comfortably empty. While he has readies for his new license photo, a loud, haggard man protests through the door.

“Which one of you wrote this ?!” calls out the man and holds up a ticket for leaving his car for six days in a Hooters parking lot. Santana looks on and pains, realizing that he is in one of those special moments where anyone who gets involved gets to see a public idiot in the flesh.

“That’s not even remotely close to what we’re doing here,” the renovation explains. ‘We do not give cards. If anything, we actually try to make sure you have everything you need prevent tickets. “

‘Whatever, man,’ responds our trusted hero, his breathing searching for Bud Heavy, baked pickles and rejected progress. “This place sucks anyway.” Santana and the attendees close their eyes and share a laugh, both ecstatic that one of the most uninteresting activities of life delivered a story that they will remember for years. If only Santana knew what one of his next boring adventures – a relief appearance on T-Mobile Park – would turn out to be, he would have taken every trip to the DOL, the bank, or whatever other male task he took as before. , of course cherish. coronavirus appeared.

Nola’s home team put the Mariners ahead by one, and a JP Crawford sack team extended the lead to two. Along the way, Evan White pulled back his bow and shot an arrow directly into the inside of his kneecap. This wildly unlucky foul ball knew White out of the game, though X-rays indicated that nothing was seriously wrong.

The way things went for White, I’m sure he would take a chemistry test in high school or a root canal as a jury post about what dark malaise is currently on him. In his place Dylan Moore switched to first base. It was then, and only then, did Dylan Moore put on his MVP cloak.

First a catch that would make his outgoing teammate proud.

Then, on the side of this same inning, a sight strangely familiar to Seattle’s anti-like man.

This put the Ms at 6-3 and padded the lead for a rejuvenated Walker. The polite referee recovered beautifully from the Dodgers’ first attack, and ended his outing with seven innings, eight strikeouts, and just four hits, three of which were the solo home points that threatened to derail all night. He even recorded his 500th MLB strike at Wednesday night’s activities. As a reward for baking the Mariners’ steering back in the right direction, Walker left the game with a lead and handed things over to Anthony Misiewicz, who immediately made things worse. Justin Turner knocked an RBI single and Misiewicz out of the game, forcing Scott Servais to call Taylor Williams. Fortunately, Williams crawled out of the eighth, and was then called up again for the ninth, his team cautiously complaining of a 6-4 advantage. When things were on the verge of destruction, Williams was face-to-face with Corey Seager. LA loaded the bases for their star shortstop, leaving no way out.

Williams miraculously went 0-2 on a few sliders before slamming a fastball out of the zone. On the fourth field of the at-bat, he came back for something extra and dusted Seager on a 96 MPH heater. It was then, and only then, that the reality of a loss set in for the youngest Seager brother.

‘Man, we just lost to my brother’s team,’ Seager thinks without a doubt. ‘This is worse than when I lose to him in private. I would give anything to him to slap my ass in the ass at a family reunion right now, at least then no one can see or write about it. Shit, instead of saving to lose for the Mariners, I would tell Kyle himself that I like his kids, even if I think they look a little weird. Oh well, they will one day grow in their bodies, just like I hope these Mariner prospects do. It would be great to face them one day or another in the World Series … “