The Mariners rode a nine-game winning streak into Chicago, and after scoring six times in the top of the ninth to take a one-run lead over the White Sox, they certainly looked poised to extend the streak to double-digits.
But that's when the other shoe dropped, the M's turned into pumpkins, their bubbles were burst and other mixed metaphors. Cue the music!
That was a very exciting and very exhausting and very shitty baseball game that the Mariners just played. They played it on the road against the first-place White Sox and lost by a run. I'm never going to be able to make things okay with words, but at least this wasn't really anything new. At least this wasn't really anything new. The first time a kid at school gets his lunch money stolen, he's hurt. The second time a kid at school gets his lunch money stolen, he's hurt. The fifth, sixth, seventh times, he doesn't hurt that much. He starts to see it coming. Maybe he comes to school prepared. It's on us to be prepared for this shit, because this shit probably isn't going to stop. God damned White Sox.