Seven untranslatable words over the Mariners’ 10-1 victory over the Rangers

Last night, the Mariners beat the Rangers again, 10-1. If only the Mariners could play the Rangers all the time, they could really start fixing this starting differential. This one was over early on, when the Mariners jumped on Texas starter Jordan Lyles in the first inning, hit three runes over, and then tackled on another five runs in the third inning, which yes, if you are right are in math, adds up to eight runes before I had a chance to finish my beer (moment of silence for the opportunity to pay comically for a giant cup of beer in the stadium. I save a lot of money, yes, but I am not happy about it). I have no words to describe how the Mariners will crush the Rangers in 2020, so I decided to borrow some from some other languages ​​for which we do not have an exact parallel.

coziness (Danish / Norway)

Hygge has had an Instagram moment and is not as untranslatable as ever, but it basically means a sense of sociability, deep satisfaction and security. Seeing Justus Sheffield pitch lately has given me a great sense of hygiene. When he has his fastball command – which he has had lately – there is an exciting competence for the way he works, a calm confidence in the way Sheff goes about his business. It’s incredibly relaxing to watch. Last night, Sheff did not have his best game – he told himself in a postgame interview that he would give himself a B, maybe a C + for his game – but he had his order, threw 55 of his 85 pitches for strikes, and a first pitch strike 19 of 26 times. Justus spread six hits during his six innings, but a few of those hits were things like Todd Frazier turning a needle between Kyle Seager and JP Crawford, as well as Nick Solak’s check-swing that turned into a base hit despite an xBA of 0.090. However, a few of the hits were hard hit, and perhaps against a team not as hapless as the Rangers, Sheffield got into more trouble with his less than excellent play, but as it was, it was a quiet, powerful day on the home and another fun outing for Justus. As cozy as a bowl of cocoa and spicy socks.

iktsuarpok (Inuit)

You know the feeling of when someone comes and you’m excited to see them and you keep sliding through your window to see if they’re still here? The word for it is iktsuarpok, which also records what I feel like I’m impatiently waiting for the lineup to turn around, so it’s Kyle Lewis’ turn to bat again. Even if the end result is an out, watching Kyle Lewis at-bats take a very enjoyable experience. Maybe he will cheat on some pitches and work out a walk. Maybe he will tap an off-speed pitch in left field for an oppo single. Maybe he scores one in deep center. Whatever it is, I see, and the only bad part of seeing Kyle Lewis hit is knowing I have to wait another eight batters to see it again. Last night, KLew had three hits, including a double, and two walks. He did not stand out. His OPS is 1,031. Mike Trout’s is .984. Is it time for Kyle Lewis to bat again? I better wait just for my TV in case.

jijivisha (Sanskrit / Hindi)

Jijivisha is a kind of like joie de vivre, another sentence that does not have an exact translation into English, but with firmer definition. Jijivisha is the bright flower that springs from the concrete, a loud hope, a joyful exultation, a determination to live, to live, to live. With Dylan Moore joining the IL today with a sprained wrist / tendon issue (the word for this feeling is Portuguese saudade, a deep longing for something you have lost) steps Samuel Onofrio Haggerty into the Dylan Moore Memorial Jijivisha Wing. In his 17-plate appearances, Sam Haggerty recorded five hits and set two bases while on the pitch. I will admit some skepticism because Haggerty’s name on the two-hole spot was recently fired by Dylan Moore (saudade intensifies), but Haggerty performed well last night, collecting two singles, both his sharp. Live, Swaggerty, live.

lagom (Swedish)

A word Goldilocks does not mean too little, not too much, just the right amount. Kyle Seager is not Swedish in my opinion, but he looks like he could … well, not exactly Swedish, they are really very, maybe Swedish adjacent? But there is something about Kyle Seager that is very Swedish, all clean lines and un-decoration; make it businesslike but comfortable. The only time Kyle Seager gets flashed is against the Rangers, it seems, but he was a fairly conservative version of himself last night, with two hits and a sacrificial fly. Not too much, just enough: the Kyle Seager story.

Uff there (Norwegian / Gift Shoppese)

That uff da is not exactly unknown here in the North Wind of the Pacific Ocean, but what bothers me a lot is that there is care built in as a sentence – it’s not just “oh no!” or “oh shit!” but it is also: “I’m sorry that happened to you!” Watching Shed Long’s fight on the record has been one big uff lately, but tonight both Shed and the Shed Supporters are in dire need of a win, and on his birthday, even!

goya (Urdu)

Much better than a bean glance, this word translates to something like “as-if”, such as when fantasy is so realistic that it becomes temporarily realistic. I’m not sure who took the lead last night on writing the Evan White story – Evan White himself, I think, but that answer is not fun, or magic – but it was so perfect that it was almost like a dream. felt. A week after the infamous Heyman Tweet, fans and enemies asked that White be sent to the alternate site, and see him fall so damn hard in a very un-Evan-White-like way, only to warm up and go on a redemption tour , only to slip from a foul ball and have to be helped off the field in the middle of the said redemption tour – and then he comes back tonight and does this one:

White’s six RBIs set a rookie record for the Mariners set by none other than Willie F. Bloomquist himself, and for me that’s wonderful. And maybe, after the pixie dust disappears or the clock strikes midnight when the roaring Rangers leave town, White returns to trouble – growth is not linear, the 2020 Mariners lesson is baseball, but maybe the 2020 lesson even – but nothing can take away from him tonight. No, you do not agree, Jon.

merak (Serbian)

I’ve been replanting my garden lately, something that has long been ignored and therefore it’s a bigger job than it should be, clearing things up, reclaiming space from the weeds, healing the weeping cherry tree somewhat undefined nasty plague is snacking, fixing the sandy, poor ground … it sometimes feels like painting the Golden Gate Bridge, getting to one end only to turn around and start everywhere. And yet, when I explore the garden at the end of a day of work, it fills me with a sense of pride, despite the work still to be done. The Serbian word merak means something like that; add little comfort to a great happiness as a sense of oneness with the universe. Every day at large for Austin Nola should feel a little like that, scraping together a meaningful MLB career, scraping it out of the dust and weeds of nearly a decade of sucking in the minors. Today is another day where Austin Nola can score his name in goal scoring and see three hits, no strikeouts; nothing world-beating, and three at the base, more work left to do, but still a few feet back from his space, still a few hits hitting his name, more proof that he’s a big league and no footnote for his more famous brother. You can not see me right now, Austin Nola, but I’m sitting in my now flowering garden with the small, white twinkly whites strutting around the sober even the rough parts and raising you toast. No. marek.