After the high of last night’s win, the vibes went right back to terrible today despite the presence of hundreds of shirtless fans in the upper deck providing energy into an otherwise sleepy Tuesday, cheering on the dual start of Bryce Miller and Luis Castillo. Unfortunately, the bats didn’t get the message, as once again the Mariners’ right-handed lineup failed to get anything going against lefty starter Anthony Kay and was similarly sleepy against the White Sox relief corps. For a game that featured almost no offense from either side and 27 combined strikeouts, it sure felt like a lot happened, namely that the Mariners’ piggybacking plan made their pitchers sad, forcing Andrés Muñoz into a weird spot in the ninth made him sad, and the Mariners’ right-handed lineup made fans – all 28 thousand-plus of them making a trip to the ballpark for a Josh Naylor bobblehead – saddest of all.
If you want to just focus on the good part of this game, watch the first inning and nothing more. Bryce Milller was lights out in his first inning, firing fastballs that averaged 98 mph and touched 99.3, getting a groundout from the pesky Sam Antonacci followed by two strikeouts, both on 98 mph heat – one a swinging strikeout of Munetaka Murakami and the other an utter undressing of Miguel Vargas, striking him out on three pitches and leaving him staring at perfectly-located 98 mph heat.
The Mariners were able to load the bases in the first, taking advantage of some poor command by White Sox starter Anthony Kay. Julio Rodríguez hit a one-out single off the changeup, a very pleasing development, and then Kay hit Randy Arozarena with a fastball in and walked Josh Naylor. That brought up Patrick Wisdom, playing in his first game since April 14th and making his first MLB start since September of 2024, who to his credit put the ball in play and hustled down the first base line to avoid a double play, allowing the first run of the game to score. Connor Joe kept the pressure on with a gritty seven-pitch walk that pushed Kay’s pitch count up over 30, even if Mitch Garver did strike out to end the inning and strand the bases loaded. That would turn out to be significant, as it’s the only time the Mariners would score tonight.
It looked like the Mariners would keep the pressure on in the second, with Cole Young working a leadoff walk and Colt Emerson going down on a strikeout but forcing Kay to throw him eight pitches to get the out. However, Rob Refsnyder then had…a very bad at-bat, striking out on three pitches, and Julio painfully fouled a ball off the inside of his kneecap and then another one, leading Randy to have to distribute some on-field medical attention:
Julio grounded out, and the Mariners went down quietly in the bottom of the third, leaving Kay’s pitch count at a suddenly manageable 73, and they followed that up with an even quicker bottom of the fourth, making three outs on just five pitches and tossing Kay and the White Sox a lifeline. (He’d get to the bottom of the fifth at 86. Not ideal!)
Meanwhile, Bryce just kept dealing. He kept the White Sox off the bases entirely until Murakami worked a walk off him in the fourth, and didn’t allow a hit until the sixth, when Mason Peters threw his bat at a first pitch splitter that didn’t quite split and rolled through a wide-open right side of the infield for a weak-contact double, the worst kind of double behind only Double Bubble, the worst gum. Miller rebounded to get his next two outs, but with Murakami due up again, Dan Wilson lifted Miller for lefthanded groundball specialist José A. Ferrer, who has unfortunately had trouble with both of those descriptors this year. No need to worry about BABIP luck when you strike them out, though, and Ferrer dispatched Murakami on four pitches, getting him swinging on a slider.
Normally, this is the spot in the recap where I’d try to spin a Mariners loss into a look-on-the-bright-side, better-days-ahead whimsy-soaked vignette. Instead, it’s more whiskey-soaked. Because while Bryce Miller was excellent, and tonight should have been a night to celebrate his 5.2 scoreless innings with seven strikeouts and just the one bad-luck hit, instead it was a visibly frustrated Miller who spoke to the press postgame, who said he tried to make a case to stay in during the sixth inning.
“I thought I’d pitched the ball well up till then, I wasn’t thinking I was coming out,” he said. “At the end of the day, we have to throw the ball whenever they tell us to throw it. Whether that’s 100 pitches or 70 or 50 for Rock, we’re trying to win games.”
“It’s a tough situation. We have six guys that are really good starters, so – somebody has to do something. At the end of the day, we want to win, and however we need to do that, we’ll do it.”
Only the Mariners did not win, if you didn’t grasp that from the title. And while technically the pitching staff gave up more runs than the offense scored, the offense was utterly punchless tonight, eliciting boos from the stands as innings ended with no runs crossing the plate for the Mariners. The White Sox brought in their own reliever with one out in the sixth, tapping righty Tyler Davis who gave up some hard contact to Patrick Wisdom, who flew out to center, but struck out Connor Joe, still in the game despite the noted existence of both Luke Raley and Dominic Canzone. Davis would go on to pitch another scoreless inning in the seventh, walking Mitch Garver to lead off the inning but dispatching the two young righties with ease – handing Colt Emerson his first truly terrible at-bat as a big-leaguer, striking him out on three pitches – and then striking out Refsnyder, again somehow still in the game against a righty despite the continued noted existence of Raley and Canzone. Boos rained down on the field as Refsnyder walked off, and that made me sad in this calvacade of sadness, because Ref is a great human and a great leader and has been a great player, and this version of him is just sad, for the team and for him.
That set up the entrance of Luis Castillo, coming out of the bullpen for the first time in his career. They gave him the whole treatment, too, dimming the stadium lights and shooting off the flames at the bullpen gates while playing “Que Calor.” Whatever it was, it seemed to work, because Castillo went on to pitch one of the most dominant frames we’ve seen from him in ages, striking out the side, all on swinging strikes, hitting 96.8 mph on his fastball, and throwing some excellent secondaries.
And here, again, is where we could have spun something fun out of this game, even in a loss, if maybe that had just been the one inning. But the Mariners had pledged themselves to a piggyback game and the caja china had already been purchased, so one way or another, they were roasting this pig.
The velocity wasn’t there for Castillo in his second inning but he was able to protect the one slender run he’d been handed, and in the ninth, things devolved further facing the top of the White Sox offense. He started off by walking Murakami, immediately pinch-run for, and then in a 1-2 count hit Vargas with a pitch, putting two on with no outs and forcing Andrés Muñoz to begin warming. After a mound visit from Pete Woodworth, Dan Wilson came out like he was going to try to make a move to Muñoz, but home plate umpire Ryan Blakney shooed him back to the dugout, because you can’t do that, which Wilson admitted postgame was his mistake. Castillo came back to strike out Montgomery, at which point Wilson came out to get Muñoz.
Unfortunately, the White Sox immediately executed a double steal, putting runners at second and third with no outs, and then Chase Meidroth chopped at a ball and punched it at 82 mph in the same place Peters’s no-hitter-breaking double went, tying the game. The White Sox got would would be the eventual winning run on another weak contact single from Andrew Benintendi, somehow only 31 years old despite being the same age as Refsnyder in my mind, and man. The weak contact hits from the White Sox accounting for all the runs in this game just really feel like a stark referendum on the Mariners offense. Sadness, thy name is Mariners fan.
Grant Taylor had the ninth for the White Sox and despite Dan Wilson opening up the enclosure where they’d been kept all game for a trio of lefties – J.P. Crawford, Luke Raley, and Dominic Canzone – all three struck out, going down on a combined 13 pitches, providing no fight and soundtracked again b a chorus of boos. It couldn’t have been a starker contrast to the good vibes of last night’s game. It was just sad. The piggyback strategy was sad-making. The offense was sad-making. The bullpen management was sad-making. The 2026 Mariners make everybody sad and no one seems to know what to do about it, and that’s maybe the saddest thing of all.
