Musings about, um... well, the Seattle Mariners as well as a love affair with this game baseball. By Peter J. White
"There is never a season when you don't go through bad times," Melvin said. "You try to keep losing streaks at a minimum and we have been able to do that all year. This is our longest one, but it makes you stronger, makes you battle-tested and it definitely gets your attention" (Street, MLB.com)
Said Melvin, "I have to maintain a positive attitude no matter what happens. We are in a low right now, but we'll come out of it. I know we will."
"There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head,
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.