Dispatch from the Emerald City, Circa 2025: The Small Matter of One Julio Rodríguez and the Imploding World Beyond the Foul Poles By the time Julio Rodríguez stepped into the right-handed batter’s box on a soggy Thursday in Seattle—swinging his neon-pink bat like a man politely asking the universe for a brief cease-fire—global supply chains…
SEATTLE—While the planet’s stock markets convulsed like a drunk on a mechanical bull and diplomats traded insults thick enough to butter bread, some sixty thousand souls squeezed into T-Mobile Park on Tuesday to ask the only question that still unites a fractured world: can the Mariners string together more hits than the Houston Astros before…
For anyone who has ever tried to explain baseball to a cricket-obsessed Bengali rickshaw driver, the American League West standings feel like a cosmic joke told in a language no one outside the Pacific time zone ever bothered to learn. Yet here we are, late May, and the Seattle Mariners—those soggy, oft-ignored denizens of Puget…
