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Yeah, so the last five and a half months plus are kind of about to come down to tonight and tomorrow. I don't know, man. I am disappointed. I am bummed out. I am upset. I'm a little surprised. I know many of you are not and you can feel free to let me know about it. This is what you always thought would happen. I didn't.

I didn't think we would be at this point, but the Mariners have gotten themselves into a must win situation starting tonight. This is, it's no longer half, you know, that sort of stage before must win. We've talked about right. The sort of theoretical must win. You're now at must win. You've got to win this series. You've got to beat the Astros.

And the only way to do that is to win tonight with George Kirby on the hill and to win tomorrow with Bryce Miller. No other options, guys. That's it. That's where we are. There is nothing else left but to win these two games. Why?

Because unfortunately over the course of really the last three weeks, three and a half weeks, but let's talk specifically about the last four days. You got small.

And maybe what's even more upsetting about it is some of your better players. Unfortunately, got small. I'm watching that game last night.

What I could stand of it. I will admit it was hard. It was hard. I was like clockwork orange, but my peeled eyes open to watch it, especially as there was Monday night football on and I did watch a little bit of the crack in last night, which was great. That was sort of a nice distraction when I became too enraged to keep watching and have to turn it off for a little while because my eyes were bleeding like literal blood coming out of my eyeballs because I was so upset about what I was seeing on the field.

What was so maddening about it? Unlike in Texas, where their rookies, unfortunately, just got beat was the best players. I'm watching Julio not only go over the day, but come up with a huge spot in the third inning and a chance to get back in the game, granted a double play.

Why was he in such a bad spot to begin with? Well, didn't help that Julio got to a ball and center field kicked it with the glove and then ended up giving a triple instead of a double.

Oh, yeah, that guy ended up scoring on because of that. So, yeah, I got to tell you, I was, I was sad last night and it wasn't just Julio.

JP goes over, Cal goes over, Teo goes over, Gina goes over, who got hits in this game, Rojas, can zone, Cal that keeps taking his walks. I mean, like, God, what a, what a frustration on the offensive side and yet and yet.

You know me, the offense. You can't have your ace show up in the biggest moment of the year in his biggest game and have a plus stuff and he did.

He had a plus stuff, 99 in the first inning on the black. Oh, man, we were, we were due for some vintage, perfect shove report, Castillo.

And instead, exactly the opposite, he just kept missing location, missing location and missing location and fastball down the middle and fastball down the middle and middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle, middle.

And guess where those balls go far away when you make those kind of mistakes to a team like the Astros, everything that they were hitting was hard.

Oh, there was no soft contact off of none. So look, this is how I'll, you know, I try to be as honest with you guys as possible every day.

So over the weekend in Texas, I was frustrated, not so much at the Mariners as just the game of baseball, the bad. They should have won game two.

Okay, they should have won game two and they hit well enough to win games one and three. So I was, I was frustrated by the game of baseball.

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