Archive: October 2025
Lazy writing: SNW season 3 fails to meet high standard
It will surprise no one that I have very high standards when it comes to Star Trek. The original series was, along with superhero comics, the biggest cultural touchstone of my youth; it informed my thinking, development, maturation, ethics, politics, and more. I was a nerd's nerd, if you will, while growing up and then reveled in the resurgence of Star Trek on television that began when I reached voting age.
It's important. It not only means something to me when it's done well, it also feels almost offensive to my soul when it's done badly.
The just-finished third season of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, the prequel series that leads up to what we saw in the original 1966-69 series, had its moments, but by and large was done badly. Seasons one and two were consistently good, with a couple of caveats, but this one was just ... sloppy.
With one exception, no episode of SNW season three really stinks, and even that one has one or two brief moments of fun; there are no analogues to "Profit and Lace" from Deep Space Nine or "Code of Honor" from The Next Generation here. But the writing across the season is slapdash, like each script went into production as a first draft and at no time did anyone do any refinement on them or get a second set of eyes to see if things made sense or not, let alone run them by a science adviser.
There might be a reason for that—the season was delayed for a year thanks to the writers' and actors' strikes, and perhaps the studio rushed these episodes into production to get them out as soon as possible. But we already waited two years for it, I think everyone would agree that it would have been worth it to wait another few months if it meant the scripts were run through a better quality-control regimen. On the other hand, the people running this show—executives Alex Kurtzman, Henry Alonso Myers, and Akiva Goldsman—don't exactly have stellar track records when it comes to quality (I mean, they have Star Trek Into Darkness and Batman Forever on their résumés) and they may simply have thought these were all good to go. Despite being retreads of episodes from past Trek series and/or inconsistent within SNW, let alone all of Trekdom, and/or fundamentally misunderstanding why Star Trek (the shows) is Star Trek (the overall cultural phenomenon).
Star Trek is not space-fantasy, it's science-fiction. There are some less-realistic elements that we accept, concessions to television budgets and formats—transporters, a plethora of humanoid aliens, the universal translator, subspace radio—but we accept them within the overall worldbuilding established in the original and refined in the shows from the ’80s, ’90s, and ’00s. There are rules to be followed with the technology and anything outside of those few accepted conceits has to pass an at least rudimentary scientific smell test. Also, it's fundamentally about ideas and allegorical to the human society we're living in today; at its best, its stories have something to say, ideally through well-developed flawed but idealistic characters.
Gene L. Coon and Ira Steven Behr, the best of Trek's showrunners
The Genes—Roddenberry and Coon—famously either rewrote or rode herd on every script during their respective tenures as line producers on the original. Rick Berman may not have been all that good a writer, but he took it seriously when he was charged with safeguarding the franchise for Roddenberry after the latter's health became too poor for him to keep working on TNG. Ira Behr ran the best Trek writers' room as showrunner of DS9, insisting on a certain fidelity and depth of storytelling despite the demands of a 26-episode season. For the most part, these streaming series—with a new normal of first 13 and now merely 10 episodes per year—haven't had someone like that in charge, someone who knows what makes Star Trek work.
I don't know why it's apparently so hard for people who are by all accounts enthused to take on Star Trek as a property—J.J. Abrams (films), Kurtzman (all streaming series and the Abrams films), Gretchen Berg/Aaron Harberts (Discovery)—to comprehend what it is. Why it has had such staying power. Why it appeals to the people it appeals to. Abrams was and seems to remain completely clueless, he thinks it's a space-fantasy like Star Wars. The others seem to grasp only a surface-level understanding of it. Mike McMahon of Lower Decks and Terry Matalas of Picard season three get it. Michelle Paradise (Discovery season 3-5) fell somewhere in between getting it and just knowing the trappings, as did, I had thought, Goldsman and Myers. After seeing SNW season three, I have to reevaluate; Goldsman and Myers might be closer to the Abrams end of the scale.
In this admittedly lengthy and probably too-nerdy-for-most post, I want to break down the season episode by episode and look at what worked and what didn't. To prevent this one nerd-post from overwhelming the home page, I'll shunt the bulk of it to its own page, so follow the link below to read on.
See full post: "Lazy writing: SNW season 3 fails to meet high standard"...
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Posted on October 30, 2025 at 5:09PM | Permalink | 
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A tale of two eras
On the drive down here to greater Palm Springs, I played a number of CDs in the car, various album collections on the randomizer. Occasionally a tune would pop up that was written/recorded in 2002 or so that directly or obliquely referenced 9/11. Stuff like Melissa Etheridge's "Tuesday Morning," Springsteen's "Into the Fire," that kind of thing.
Those songs are a manifestation of the collective outrage of both the public and the government over a terrorist attack that was deadly and horrific, yes, but also blunt and spectacular and shocking (we'll leave aside the questions about whether or not GWB and company should have been shocked or not; the point is, the public was). Not for the first time, I was struck by the massive difference in the American reaction to 9/11 from the American reaction to President Convicted Felon's regime of terror and incompetence.
Bin Laden and his minions killed 3,000 Americans with a stunt designed to get everyone's attention and scare us. The reaction was, probably as intended by bin Landen, outsized and detrimental to the American public, but it was swift and massive in the name of defending the United States and our free democratic republic.
Felon47, when he was merely Fraudster45, presided over three million deaths from a pandemic he so grossly mismanaged and, in fact, abetted. As Felon47, his regime has already killed untold millions around the world with the destruction of USAID. He's outright murdered 57 people and counting on the open seas. He's created a secret police force to terrorize Americans and non-citizen residents of his own nation, disappearing people to secret gulags and tear-gassing residential neighborhoods. His Department of Homeland Security thugs—an agency misguidedly and foolishly created in the overreaction to 9/11—are nothing more than mob enforcers abusing people for the sole purpose of making people scared. You know, terrorism.
This country is under a threat so much greater today, from the alleged President and his evil henchmen—and I do not exaggerate when I call them that—an existential crisis brought on by, yes, terrorists with the stated intention of destroying the U.S. Constitutional order and replacing it with a dictatorial regime of oligarchical rule. In the early 2000s, Bin Laden and al-Qaeda were such a threat that the American public collectively lost its mind, elected officials were so frantic in their attempts to protect the country that they basically ran around screaming and bouncing off the walls while passing poorly-considered rush legislation to prevent further damage. Here in the 2010s and 2020s, the entire Republican party has thrown in with the terrorists and the American public is either shrugging its shoulders or cowering in fear.
At least, it seems that way. It feels that way.
The No Kings protests gave me some hope that the majority of us really are trying to resist and push back against the terrorists. But this threat has been here now for ten years, the consequences of it continue to escalate and continue to metastasize with such tepid defiance that I find myself just aghast at the contrast.
9/11: An attack in spectacular fashion from elsewhere that killed thousands, resulting in near-instant panic and fervent defense of America as a concept as well as a territory. Trump: An attack in slow-moving idiotic fashion from within, aided by Russians under cover of night, that killed millions and counting, resulting in the complete abdication of the Congressional majority and the corrupt majority of the Supreme Court as a despotic regime takes over the nation and plunges us into a dark age while the public just sits and looks at Instagram.
Wake the fuck up, people.
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Posted on October 29, 2025 at 4:34PM | Permalink | |
Skeeters, extra innings, the ER, and Mexican food
Shohei reached base safely nine times in last night's game. Incredible.
I've been down here in greater Palm Springs for almost a week now, and it's been basically fine. I mean, the mosquitos are sure happy, they have a whole new buffet with me here. No mitigating actions seem to help dissuade them from my sweet, juicy A-pos. Which is a convoluted way of saying, "my feet itch."
Yesterday was my dad's 83rd birthday, and though we celebrated it the day before by driving over to LA to have an evening with my sister, bro-in-law, and nephew, he spent the day itself in the emergency room. As Marty put it, that wasn't on our collective bingo card for the day.
He's fine. There was an issue with vertigo that was concerning and in the end the docs gave him some dramamine and he's doing better. I used the time Dad & Marty were waiting around at the ER to visit my friend Mark, a newly-transplanted Seattleite to the area, and gape in awe at the house he bought that he decided was a massive fixer-upper and wonder at the expense of all the renovations he's planning. More power to you, Mark! Gotta make it your own. We got caught up a bit over lunch at a nice Mexican restaurant with a big outdoor patio before I made my way back to Dad & Marty's in time for the first pitch of World Series Game 3.
What a wild one that was.
The longest game in World Series history, the eventual 6-5 Dodger victory took nearly seven hours to play. It was the second 18-inning World Series game at Dodger Stadium this century. And boy, did it have drama. Great feats! Brain farts! Good umpiring! Not-so-good umpiring! Outstanding defensive plays! Lousy defensive plays! Future Hall of Famers pitching! Why-is-that-guy-even-on-the-roster types pitching! Celebrities in the stands! Marlins guy looking at his phone! Ridiculous managerial challenges! One sensible managerial challenge! Four intentional walks to one guy! (Well, five, really.) It had a lot going on, and by the end my friend Dave and I were musing about suspended-game potentials and crazy what-ifs on BlueSky in between my posting bits of #SmoltzWisdom, words of insight uttered on the air by Fox Sports commentator John Smoltz during the game.
Those bullpens are totally spent, so both teams better hope for complete-game-level performances out of their starters tonight.
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Posted on October 28, 2025 at 3:55PM | Permalink | |
Warning! Warning!
I spent the last couple of days on the road, traveling down to southern California to visit my dad & Marty (and probably Mark. Hi, Mark!). Generally an uneventful drive, though there was a point while along US 395 that my dashboard lit up like a very small Christmas tree with warning lights.
Having just had the car serviced on Tuesday, this struck me as an unlikely event, but nevertheless I found the first place I could to pull off the road and dug out my owner's manual to see what all the indicators were trying to tell me. Nothing definitive. All the lights meant something might be wrong, but one might mean brakes or tire pressure, another might mean temperature or battery, another was "general master warning." Great, very helpful.
Being in the middle of nowhere, there wasn't much I could do about it so I drove on until I came upon a rest area where I could turn the car off and let things cool down in the event something was running too hot (I had been driving a lot over the previous 20-some hours). I took a little nap and restarted the car after an hour or so. All lights were normal except the "general master warning." Better? But still of concern, so when I arrived in Bishop, CA, I found an auto parts store and asked if they would plug in their little computer gadget and tell me what the warning code was and maybe identify the problem. After doing their thing they told me, "it says your check engine light is on." Gee, thanks. Very helpful.
But, when restarting the car, I found all the lights were back to normal. So checking the codes reset the system, I guess, and now all read fine. OK.
My best guess is that at the point the dash lit up my hybrid battery was getting depleted and maybe I hit some control that asked for one volt too many that made it unhappy momentarily. Then the "master warning" was going to stay on until it was told it had been looked at and then it was happy again.
Hopefully that's all it was. Because I'll be turning around and doing the return 1,200 miles or so in the next ten days or two weeks.
Meanwhile, this was more of a get-there-quickly trip rather than last year's take-an-extra-day-to-see-stuff version, when I went along the Oregon coast and then detoured to Vazquez Rocks. Maybe I'll be more leisurely going back. Or maybe I'll be too anxious to see the cats to make stops. We'll see.
I did stop for a couple of minutes at Tulelake, as right alongside the highway south of town is the site of the Tule Lake "segregation center," the most heinous of the World War II concentration camps for Japanese-Americans. Unlike at Manzanar, the National Parks service has not made this into a museumesque place for public visitation, but I thought it was north noting nonetheless. It's fenced off with razor wire and can only be visited in the company of a ranger, certainly not in the middle of the night by a single tourist, but there is a commemorative sign:
While stopped along the way I snapped a shot of the low clouds in the high elevations.
Now it's time to get ready for the Marinerless game one of the World Series. I'm sure there will be posts on that to come.
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Posted on October 24, 2025 at 3:42PM | Permalink | |
ALCS postmortems
The fateful moment of Game 7
I've been seeing a number of articles and posts today about Dan Wilson's alleged failure managing his bullpen in last night's Game 7 of the American League Championship Series, which the Toronto Blue Jays won by a score of 4-3. Most of these pieces were written by people that have not followed Your Seattle Mariners all year, and the way you can tell that is by noticing what's not in those articles/posts.
Wilson, the Mariners' first-year (full year, anyway) manager, made the following pitching moves in Game 7:
- Relieved starter George Kirby after four innings and just 65 pitches, leading 3-1. Kirby hadn't been at his sharpest, but he was getting the job done. He was replaced by Bryan Woo, who had been Seattle's best pitcher all year but missed the last few weeks with a pectoral strain; he'd thrown two innings in Game 5, his first action since September 19th. Theoretically, Woo could go for a few frames; he wasn't ready to go a starter's duration yet, but if he was on he could get pretty deep. Woo pitched two scoreless again, bringing us to the 7th with the score still 3-1 M's.
- Left Woo in to begin the 7th inning. He immediately looked tired, though, and walked the leadoff batter. Next batter, Isaiah Kiner-Falefa, grounded a single up the middle. The next guy did the obvious thing and sacrificed the runners to 2nd and 3rd, bringing up George Springer. Here's the first time I disagreed with Dan—I would have pulled Woo after the leadoff walk based on how far he was missing his target and his body language during/after that batter. He was gassed, he's not used to the relief role and hadn't been stretched out to starter length, so even though he theoretically could have given you another frame or two, you need to adapt based on his obvious fatigue.
- Dan then relieves Woo with one out, runners at 2nd and 3rd, and Springer up. New pitcher is Eduard Bazardo, who had been pretty reliable during the season but had been used A LOT during the ALCS. Critics are saying Dan should instead have brought in Andres Muñoz, the All-Star closer, as this was a potential inflection point of the game and thus the series and you want your best reliever out there even if it is only the 7th inning. There's validity to this argument, more because of the repetition the Blue Jays already had in seeing Bazardo versus the comparative paucity of ABs against Muñoz, but there's also validity to Dan's choice to keep Muñoz in reserve for the 8th and 9th—you weren't going to get more than two innings out of him for sure, and aside from a solo homer given up to Vladimir Guerrero Jr in Game 4, which the Jays were already winning handily, Bazardo had gotten the job done. My thought at this point was that they would intentionally walk Springer—Springer has the 3rd-most postseason homers than anyone over his career, he has a knack for it, plus he's probably not running all that well even though it's been a few days since he was hit in the kneecap by an errant fastball. True, it would mean putting the go-ahead run on base with Vlad Jr. on deck, and irritant Nathan Lukes coming to bat, but it's a pick-your-poison circumstance and I felt hoping for a ground ball out of Lukes was preferable to pitching to Springer. Springer, of course, homered to give the Jays the lead.
- Dan brought Muñoz on in the 8th, as planned, but he wasn't sharp and escaped only with the aid of a double-play turned behind him. Would he have been better if he's not come in with the team trailing in the score? Eh, I doubt it mattered in this case.
The M's failed to score in the 9th and the season was history.
So, was Dan wrong to bring in Bazardo? If he brings in Muñoz instead, that means Muñoz can't pitch the 9th (unless he somehow had two straight 4- or 5-pitch innings; highly unlikely) and you have to assume the score gets no better than the two-run lead the M's were then sitting on. Someone else, then? Well, Matt Brash had been used nearly as often as Bazardo had, but could have been an option. Otherwise... otherwise you play with fire. Carlos Vargas? Fuck, no. Emerson Hancock or Luke Jackson, the mopup guys? Starting pitcher Luis Castillo? Probably the only other viable choice, but he'd have needed a lot of time to get ready.
Barring having the foresight to get Castillo warming up an inning prior, Dan's options were Bazardo, Brash, or burn Muñoz and have Bazardo or Brash pitch the 9th, when they'd very likely see Springer again. I don't fault him.
The real spot where it might have mattered more was the first choice, pulling Kirby for Woo to start the 5th. I like Woo, so I was happy to get him in the game, but in retrospect, that was the mistake. Try to get another inning from Kirby, then go to Woo, and maybe you get to the 8th still ahead. Maybe.
Just saying it isn't as cut and dry as the pundits at the Athletic, the Times, BlueSky, and elsewhere would have us believe. When Carlos Vargas is a key part of your bullpen you're already in trouble. Next year, if the M's are fortunate enough to be in a similar bind, Dan will have more experience under his managerial belt and might have that foresight to ready Castillo (or next year's analogue) well ahead of time. Or, hopefully, his standard relief options will be more robust.
Besides, the real point at which the Mariners lost the series was the previous night, when they grounded into two inning-ending bases-loaded double-plays. And struck out 13 times. Worry about that stuff going forward.
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Posted on October 21, 2025 at 7:14PM | Permalink | |
Well, that happened
John Paul "The Gazelle" Crawford leaps over Andres Gimenez to complete a nifty double play in Game 7. Not that it did much good.
I wasn't surprised.
The American League Championship Series is over and Your Seattle Mariners did not win it. They are the only Major League Baseball franchise to never win a pennant, and that badge of distinction will continue for yet another year.
When the Toronto Blue Jays took Game Six of the ALCS last night—rather easily, at that—and tied the best-of-seven series at three wins apiece, I pretty much assumed it meant curtains for the season for the Mariners. So when the M's took a slim lead in tonight's Game 7, I wasn't particularly confident. My neighbor Rachel was watching with me at that point and asked how much of a lead would make me comfortable. I said five runs. And I don't know if I was even being honest about that. (I mean, five runs can be coughed up in a hurry. Just ask Heathcliff Slocumb. Or Carlos Silva. Or even George Kirby, tonight's starting pitcher, who got shelled for eight runs his last time out.)
Why? Two things.
One, I've been following the Mariners for 35 years, the vast majority of those as a season ticket holder of one type or another. I've seen things, man. Horrible things. Things that stay with you and cause a particular form of nihilism. Even when the M's took an unexpected two-games-to-none lead in the series, any optimism I had was...let's say tempered. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me 20 times, you don't get any faith.
Two, postseason history. At least, as remembered by me; looking at the record, the overall numbers don't quite bear this out, but certainly in my formative years, any team trailing a best-of-seven LCS or World Series three games to two that then won game six nearly always had the confidence/momentum/drive/vibes/juju to take game seven and crush the hopes of the formerly-leading team's fanbase. It happened to the Orioles in 1979, the first year I was really paying attention. It happened to the Brewers in 1982. To the Blue Jays themselves in 1985. To my Cardinals in 1985 and 1987. To both the Angels and the Red Sox in 1986. The Giants in ’87. The Pirates and the Braves in ’91, and the Cardinals again in ’96. Exceptions during that span were few, just the 1988 Dodgers, ’92 Braves, and ’97 Marlins. That's a series winning percentage of .786 for Game 6 victors. This century, it's not been as stark—just 14 out of 21 times (.667). The pattern held for the Yankees in 2001, the Giants in ’02, the Cubs in ’03, the Astros in ’04, the Yanks again in ’04, Cleveland in ’07, the Rangers in ’11, Cardinals in ’12, Cleveland again in ’16, Yankees again in ’17, Astros in ’19, Braves in ’20, and both the Phillies and Astros in ’23; it was overcome by the 2003 Yankees, ’06 Cardinals, ’08 Rays, ’14 Giants, ’17 Astros (with help), ’18 Dodgers, and 2020 Rays. So, a touch more hope if you only look at recent years, but it's ingrained into me from those 1980s experiences: Lose game 6 and you lose the series.
Tonight's game 7 was brutal in that it was another one that got away, a lead blown in later innings. But I'm trying to be philosophical about it—this is incremental progress. The Mariners made to just one win shy of a pennant. Never done that before. They did it with a team that was vastly improved from the prior few year's version when it came to management, but it was still a flawed bunch. It's tough to win a pennant when you strike out nearly one out of every four trips to the plate and blow too many opportunities for productive outs. The Blue Jays don't have those flaws—their K rate is under 18%, best in the Majors, and they led everyone in on-base percentage too. They were the better team.
Though if the M's had just walked George Springer instead of pitching to him, who knows what might have been.
Alas. World Series starts Friday, Los Angeles at Toronto. I think I'll be rooting for the Canadians.
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Posted on October 20, 2025 at 11:59PM | Permalink | |
This aggression will not stand, man
It felt good to be out among the protesters at today's No Kings rally. On the one hand, it felt slightly impotent, like it was the literal least one could do; but on the other, seeing—and being among—the throng of folks out there proudly displaying their displeasure and even contempt for the authoritarian American regime circa 2025 was like a balm. Like, there's practical evidence that there are more of us—believers in the ideals of democratic governance and the US Constitution—then there are of them. Them being the Trumpers, the Nazis, the despotic enablers of tyranny that make up the modern party calling itself "Republican."
I've not seen any news today, just a few posts like this one documenting the protests themselves and sharing creative signage. I do know the turnout nationwide was massive, eclipsing June's No Kings events, and doubtless that fact annoys/angers/frightens the regime.
That might mean things get worse before they get better—you just know Stephen Miller is planning something heinous and brutal as revenge—but it reinforces my optimism that sooner or later the reign of terror will end. Just a matter of how much damage is left in its wake by the time sanity returns to the US government.
I took a lot of photos of the signs folks brought out today. I didn't have one of my own, I just wasn't with it enough to make one ahead of time. It would have felt better out there if I'd had one. But others were more on the ball and I will share some favorites. A lot of the photos were from a distance and are thus slightly out of focus; there's only so much Photoshop can help with.
Helps to be in the Mariners know for this one
These two as well
I wish this one had turned out better; Kermit's word balloon says "Release the Epstein Files"
And then these were from the bigger protest downtown, culled from a couple of friends' social media feeds...
I hope you all had similarly good experiences at your local events.
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Posted on October 19, 2025 at 12:15AM | Permalink | |
The future sure ain't what it used to be
Tomorrow the latest nationwide No Kings protest is scheduled to take place and I plan to participate. Just by showing up, not by doing anything elaborate. I'll put in some time at the smaller neighborhood protest near my place rather than go down to the waterfront/Seattle Center for the big crowd. I have faith in my fellow Seattleites that we'll have impressive turnout at the various marches/protests around the area.
I mean, we have to, right? It feels like there's so little we can do in the face of this tyrannical, lawless wannabe despot's continuing reign of terror that taking to the streets and holding signs and displaying some honest-to-goodness patriotism will at least feel somewhat cathartic.
The tyrant-in-chief today showed yet again that he is the pro-crime president, commuting the sentence of his fellow serial liar and fraudster George Santos because, I kid you not, he voted Republican. That's why, he said so on his stupid social media platform:
If you're a kindred spirit sort of criminal, in Mango Mussolini's world the law doesn't apply to you. Laws are for other people. Hell, for other people why even bother with laws? Just round ’em up and disappear them.
Of course, letting fraudsters get away with crime is only a secondary purpose here, the primary function of this is to, of course, give us something to talk about that isn't related to the Epstein files and the fact that the entire Republican party, with very few exceptions, doesn't want the public to know that their "dear leader" is a vile, sleazy raper of children just like his dead bestie was. Anyone who's been paying attention would already believe this to be true regardless, but suppressing evidence is Speaker Mike Johnson's first commandment. "Thou shalt not allow the truth about how disgusting and predatory POTUS47 is to see the light of day." It's right above "thou shalt not provide health care to the sick and injured" and "thou shalt bear false witness to everything at every opportunity."
I hope you all will also put in an appearance at a No Kings event near you. For inspiration, I give you Michael McDermott's new song "The Future." Enjoy and maybe play it at your event. For this I'd even say turn the volume up to 11.
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Posted on October 17, 2025 at 11:59PM | Permalink | |
Last game of the year? Part III
"THE MARINERS ARE GOING TO PLAY FOR THE AMERICAN LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIP! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! MY OH MY!!" So said the late great Dave Niehaus thirty years ago, broadcasting the end of the thrilling Game Five of the American League Division Series on the radio. Ken Griffey Jr. had just scored all the way from first base on Edgar Martínez's famous double down the left field line in the bottom of the 11th inning to give Your Seattle Mariners a series victory in their first-ever playoff appearance.
It was a classic game, and I was there, perched in the 300 level of the old Kingdome alongside my friends Erik and Mike and 50-odd thousand strangers.
I was also in attendance last night, again with Erik (Mike was there too, working as ballpark staff), as the M's played another Game 5 of an ALDS, another extra-inning victory and another classic game. Well, in some ways; in other ways it was a really frustrating game of missed opportunities and blown chances. And once again, at its conclusion the Mariners punched their ticket to the Championship Series, which begins tomorrow in Toronto.
This made three consecutive playoff games I've attended, all with Erik, that went extra innings: last night, Game 1 of this ALDS the Saturday before, and Game 3 of the 2022 ALDS, which went 18 innings and saw the M's go down in defeat in a series sweep to the hated Houston Astros. It was also third consecutive Seattle appearance in a deciding ALDS Game 5 that I've witnessed in person with Erik: last night, the classic in 1995, and 2001’s victory over Cleveland. (I was not with Erik for the ALDS win in 2000, I was instead with my late friend Carl in seats near the very back of the upper deck in straightaway right field, but that was a game 3 win that finished a series sweep against the White Sox.)
I won't go into the details of the game itself, all that is available here for anyone who wants it. Suffice to say it was a pitching clinic for the first 5½ innings that the M's amazingly had a lead in (1-0, but still) against the best pitcher around today, Tarik Skubal. George Kirby matched him until he started tiring in the 5th; he got through that frame but couldn't get an out in the 6th and was relieved by Gabe Speier. Who immediately gave up a two-run homer to Kerry Carpenter. (Carpenter was incredible in this game, 4-for-5 with two walks. Amazing they got him out once.) Still, it wasn't a move I objected to, Kirb was clearly done and Speier is your go-to lefty despite how Detroit beat up on him in Game 4.
In fact, the only managerial move I questioned was one that paid off in a big way—with two on and two out against righty reliever Kyle Finnegan, Seattle manager Dan Wilson went to his bench to pinch-hit lefty-swinging Dominic Canzone for Mitch Garver. That was good. Then Detroit went to its ’pen and brought in left-hander Tyler Holton. Then Wilson pinch-hit switch-hitter Leo Rivas for Canzone before Canzone even stepped into the batter's box. That was the move I questioned, I probably would have let Canzone bat. But damned if Leo didn't deliver, lacing a base hit to left to score the tying run. Even Detroit's managerial moves were sound. Going to reliever Tommy Kahnle in the 15th failed dramatically, but what was the alternative? Rafael Montero again? I think not.
Anyway, this made four times the Mariners had faced Tarik Skubal this year and in all four games the M's took the win. Talk about defying the odds.
Now it's on to the ALCS, Seattle's first since 2001. Against their expansion cousins the Blue Jays, which is cool.
I doubt I'll have an opportunity to attend any of those games, though. Others in my season ticket group have my normal seats for those and the asking price for tickets—from MLB, not resale tickets—is several hundred dollars. The MLB single-game price for World Series tickets is over $1,000. Which is insane. I blame Rob Manfred, of course, but it's really a sign of the times when anyone not either made of money or willing to go into debt can afford to go to the World Series. Back in the day it was a little bit of a stretch for us on our retail employee wages to buy extra tickets, but we could do it. Now it's a choice between going to the World Series and paying your health insurance premiums for the year. Which is a whole 'nother issue.
Nevertheless, it's a fun October. I'll enjoy the rest on HDTV.
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Posted on October 11, 2025 at 8:38PM | Permalink | |
Civil War II: The Wrath of Steve
White House Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller
This isn't quite how I though this would go. I figured that our nation's second civil war (it's canon, Captain Pike said so) would start as a slow burn initially fought by essentially guerilla forces, terrorist attacks by the same kind of cultists that stormed the Capitol on Jan. 6, 2021, rubes that follow the tyrant-in-chief's mob-boss-like instruction; those attacks would then escalate to conflicts with authorities that escalate to conflicts between authorities that escalate to federal crackdowns.
Instead, the regime is skipping all those preliminary steps and just diving in with federal oppression. Why warm up?
The assault by ICE agents in Chicago, along with other factors of note—POTUS47's unexplained absence from view for several days at a time; the illegal murders of Venezuelans on the open sea; multiple claims by the tyrant that Portland, Oregon, is "burning to the ground" and "war-torn" when the real circumstance involves a small protest outside an ICE building by a guy in a chicken suit and a preacher (who was shot by an ICE agent with a non-lethal round after he told the agents they could still repent their sins); and myriad other actions taken under the auspices of DHS—lend considerable credence to the theory that Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller is really in charge of the regime, at least so far as non-economic policy goes.
We all know that the alleged president is too stupid to orchestrate anything himself—not effectively, anyway; when he tries we get tariffs that cripple the whole economy. He is instead manipulated by his puppeteers to authorize what they want to do and then they do it without interference. Miller is the chief puppeteer, the architect of the most Nazi-esque policies of the regime, and he isn't subtle. He's a blunt instrument. His only warmup moves for his remake of DHS into a fascist secret police force were building/expanding DHS detention facilities and putting out the call that ICE would hire anyone who could pass a sort of inverse background check. Do you have a history of antisocial behavior? Violent outbursts? Have you ever been fired from a job for your racist attitudes? Are you well-versed in a variety of slurs and hate speech? Did you beat up smaller kids in elementary school? If so, you are the ideal candidate for a career in the new ICE Thug Force. With his secret police all staffed up, he can just exploit the boss' ignorance to get authorization for terror campaigns in cities across the country.
It's possible that Miller is so tunnel-visioned in his racism that he doesn't realize that commando raids on minority-majority neighborhoods will have blowback, but I think it more likely that it's part of the plan. He wants the blowback, he wants the escalation, he wants to rain hellfire on anyone that reminds him of people he hated as a child.
Once again, I note that a person like this would never be allowed near the halls of power if the majority in Congress respected their oaths of office. I mean, no one in this regime would be, it's entirely staffed by authoritarians and idiots. But Miller seems a special case. He has no redeemable quality. If there is a fictional metaphor for Miller, an actual Jewish Nazi, it's Armus, the "skin of evil" from Star Trek: The Next Generation. Armus was the sludge making up all of the hatred, animus, and cruelty of an alien race, expunged from them and abandoned on a barren unpopulated world.
The tyrant-in-chief is the most dangerous person in the world because he wields power, but he's stupid and, I would bet, demented and dying. Miller is nearly as dangerous because he pulls the strings and wants to cement his place in power before the alleged president kicks the bucket.
Ruled by a skin of evil.
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Posted on October 9, 2025 at 6:01PM | Permalink | |
Last game of the year? Redux
A little game I play in my head when I go to games is "spot the most obscure player jersey worn by a fan." Today's was Mike Morse.
Well, I got one more, at least.
Last week I speculated that I may have seen my last in-person baseball game of the year, but I lucked out and got to go to tonight's Game 1 of the American League Division Series with Erik. It was the first playoff game in Seattle since 2022, when there was but a single game to attend as the hometown Mariners were eliminated in that first and only home contest of their ’22 postseason. I went to that one with Erik as well. It went 18 innings and the M's lost 1-0.
Tonight wasn't quite so bad; it, too, went extra frames, and once more the loss was by one run, but it was Game 1, so there's at least one more home game (though I won't be attending). Still, the similarities were enough that I asked Erik if this was becoming a pattern for us that we should maybe reexamine. We'll have another opportunity to break/continue the trend if the series goes the full five games.
(An aside: Last night/this morning I had a funny/frustrating dream in which, while preparing to go to this game, I learned that baseball commissioner Rob Manfred had at the last minute declared that the game should not be played at the Mariners' regular home field, but in the Kingdome, which in this dream was still standing though unused for years. This decision was met with unanimous outrage by all, but Manfred insisted because he could sell more tickets in the Kingdome—it had a seating capacity of 59,000 while the current park's capacity is 48,000. Upon entering the Kingdome, which was shabby and smelled of years of disuse, I discovered my regular row 9 seat had been adjusted to row 18 and screamed, Admiral Kirk-style, "MAAAANNNFREEEEEEEEEEEDDDD!!!!!!!!" OK, back to the post.)
I went very early, not knowing what to expect in terms of traffic, crowd, lines to get in, etc. I took the train, which was good for getting down there, a little bit of a nuisance getting back; crowds meant I had to wait for the third train to show up, so the duration of the return was at least twice that of the trip down (and after half an hour or so I really had to pee—it was an exercise in stamina, but no accidents.) But easy and cheaper than parking—even if I scored a meter space, since, unlike a regular-season night game, they'd still be active for a couple hours (downtown meter rates are about $5/hour). Learning from experience, I circumnavigated the stadium to enter at the home plate gates instead of the more direct left-field entrance; the past few times I've been to a sellout or near-sellout, the LF lines were 15-20 minutes long. The HP line today moved much faster.
The pregame festivities included some appearances from Mariners Past, including my favorite, Mike Cameron. He and fellow 2001 Mariner Mark McLemore flanked former manager Lou Piniella, now 82, who delivered the ceremonial first pitch. That was kind of fun. Cam is still popular with folks at the ballpark, he was stopped numerous times on the field by people wanting photos; he was trying to make his way to the visiting Detroit dugout to see his son Daz, who is a member of the Detroit Tigers though not on this series' active roster. I could see him gesturing and trying to get Daz's attention and imagined Daz hiding behind a bigger player or something before going, "Stop it, Dad, you're embarrassing meee!!!!" But no, he finally came out for a minute and they had a moment before Cam, Mac, and Lou left the field for the skyboxes.
[EDIT: Since posting this I recalled that though Daz Cameron came up with the Tigers, he is no longer with them. He's in the Brewers' system now. So I guess I've no idea who Cam was trying to find in Detroit's dugout. But the imagined image still amuses me.]
The players line up for the playoff introductions
Once the game got going, it was a pitcher's duel. Detroit got two on a home run by Kerry Carpenter (Erik: "What's with this team and alliteration? Kerry Carpenter, Jahmei Jones, Dillon Dingler..."). Prior to tonight, Carpenter had batted against Seattle starter George Kirby eight times; four of those times he hit homers. I didn't know that. If I had it would have been less surprising when he smacked a fifth to put Detroit ahead. Seattle got one back in the 6th, thanks in part to Tiger manager A.J. Hinch's generous decision to put in reliever Rafael Montero. Predictably (at least to me—really, ask Erik), Montero immediately put runners aboard; he faced three batters, all reached safely and one scored, before Hinch realized the error of his ways and replaced him with Tyler Holton, who induced a double-play grounder and survived a hard lineout to end the scoring threat. Kirby and the M's relief corps were solid, shutting Detroit down rather well outside of Carpenter's bomb, and we went to extras.
Then Seattle manager Dan Wilson maybe thought he owed Hinch a favor in return for the gift of Rafael Montero? Hard to know what was happening in Dan's mind, but he brought in hard-throwing Carlos Vargas to pitch the 11th. All season, any time I saw Vargas come into a game I figured he was going to put at least two baserunners on; didn't always work out that way, but it did always feel like walking a tightrope. He finished the year with a WHIP ((walks + hits) ÷ innings pitched) of 1.35, which was actually down from the 1.6 or so he carried most of the season. That isn't good. Batters hit .273 against him. That isn't good, either. He does strike a lot of guys out, but that's not going to balance out the other stuff. There's a newfangled sabermetric stat called "runs above average" (RAA). Tarik Skubal, maybe the best pitcher in the world right now, has an RAA of 45, meaning he allows 45 fewer runs than the average pitcher. Skubal is a starter, so better comparison might be Andres Muñoz, the Mariners' All-Star closer, who has an RAA of 13. Vargas' RAA is -3. (Montero's is -5, so that's something in Vargas' favor, I guess.) I don't get why he's been in the big leagues all season, let alone on the playoff roster, let alone why he was called on to hold the line in a tie game in extra innings in the ALDS.
Maybe it didn't matter; the M's weren't able to do anything against non-Rafael Montero Tiger pitching tonight, but then neither were the Tigers doing much with non-Vargas Seattle arms. If not for putting in Vargas, maybe this game would have gone 18 innings too. Maybe Dan was just making sure everyone could get home at a decent hour, I don't know.
But, once again, this could be my last game at the ballpark by Elliott Bay until next year. If the M's can rally back and take two of the next three, I'll be back for the decisive Game 5. If not... Well, it was fun while it lasted.
At least, it was when Carlos Vargas wasn't on the mound.
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Posted on October 4, 2025 at 11:59PM | Permalink | |
More reasons to impeach
Though I've been preoccupied by baseball playoffs this week, the rest of the world kept on turning and the regime at the White House and their collaborators engaged in yet more fascistic malevolence.
There's too much of it to list, so I'm just going to vent about the incident at Quantico, which was another thing to add to the ever-increasing list of actions President Convicted Felon and his entire regime of gangsters would be impeached and removed for if we had a Congressional majority that respected their oaths of office.
This week the United States Secretary of Defense (that's still the name, no matter what the dude says) Pete Hegseth summoned all of the US military's flag officers to listen to him project his insecurities and cosplay as a tough guy. The SecDef essentially told these generals and admirals to go forth and commit war crimes.
It was a speech that former Republican National Committee chair Michael Steele described as "a cross between a political rally and an old Friars Club roast." Hegseth not only disrupted the commands of all of these officers by demanding they give him an in-person audience to hear this inanity, he then fat-shamed them, criticized their grooming habits, encouraged the abuse of new recruits, and implied a blind eye would be turned to future sexual assaults on military bases. He called having to refrain from abuses "walking on eggshells" which shouldn't be anyone's concern. He paid lip service to racially motivated violence and sexual assault "remaining" illegal, but emphasized he wanted "no more frivolous complaints, no more anonymous complaints, no more repeat complaints, no more smearing reputations," which given his own history and predilections can easily be inferred to mean soldiers can do what they want and we won't listen to anyone who is victimized, even if they're fellow soldiers. He said outright that drill sergeants should be allowed to hit their troops. He also implied that officers or enlisted personnel who had been held accountable for various abuses in the past would be essentially pardoned: "At my direction, we're making changes to the retention of adverse information on personnel records that will allow leaders with forgivable, earnest, or minor infractions to not be encumbered by those infractions in perpetuity," he said.
He decried restrictions on military behavior in the field as well, blasting policies and agreements like the Geneva Convention as "stupid" and declaring that the US military should be ruthless. "We untie the hands of our warfighters to intimidate, demoralize, hunt and kill the enemies of our country. No more politically correct and overbearing rules of engagement, just common sense, maximum lethality and authority for warfighters."
There was a fair amount of, I will say, honest explanation of why he and President Convicted Felon want to rebrand the Defense Department as the "War Department," all of it chilling. "We have to be prepared for war, not for defense. We're training warriors, not defenders. We fight wars to win, not to defend." He might as well call it the "Department of Conquering" or the "Department of Global Bullies."
This cabinet secretary with multiple white supremacist tattoos on his body declared that he wanted the military to be white and male and heterosexual, barely coding his language at all. Referring to ethnic and gender diversity in the services, social justice, environmental concerns, and women in combat roles as "toxic ideological garbage," he declared that "we are done with that shit." He called the new fitness requirement he wants to implement across the military to be "a gender-neutral age normed male standard," code for "no girls or sissies." He called on anyone in that room that wasn't on board with the fascist administration to resign their commissions.
Hegseth's pro-abuse and pro-bigotry address was followed by a rambling, oft-incoherent speech by the tyrant-in-chief, who was very disturbed by the lack of adulation the flag officers were showing him. The tyrant told the generals and admirals that some of them would have a "major part" in his plan to essentially incite civil war, that he wanted to turn American cities into "training grounds" for the military, a force that would "straighten out" cities he didn't approve of. "That's a war too," he said, "a war from within."
Interestingly, Hegseth made multiple references to oaths taken to the Constitution and how they should be taken seriously, not once showing the slightest recognition that he and his boss violate such oaths on a daily if not hourly basis.
I've no doubt that there were some in that audience who were fully on board with what they heard, but I hold out some hope that some of them—most of them?—recognized that they were witness to leaders who seek to subvert the nation they swore to protect. I hope that enough of them convene among themselves in the aftermath of this and strategize for how to refuse illegal orders, protect each other from illegal firings, how to exert any influence they might have to promote an impeachment or two or twenty without overstepping their apolitical protocols.
We should fully expect President Convicted Felon to try to lay siege to major American cities in an effort to destroy his political opposition. I wish I could fully expect the military to tell him to fuck off when he does.
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Posted on October 3, 2025 at 4:54PM | Permalink | |