Charlie Furbush

Orioles offense doesn't show up after third inning in 3-1 loss to Mariners

Eventually, we will all accept the truth about the Orioles that they have spent three months showing us: That they just aren't all that good, maybe not even good enough to swipe a wild card spot out of a group of weak contenders. Until we accept that truth, losses like Tuesday's 3-1 defeat at the hands of the Mariners will feel so much more disappointing than they maybe should be. In a lot of ways, Tuesday's game is one that the Orioles had no business losing. They ran up against Mariners starter Andrew Albers, a 31-year-old journeyman lefty making not only his first start at the MLB level this season but his first start for the Seattle organization this year. That's exactly the kind of guy the

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  Albers earns 1st win in 4 years, Mariners top Orioles 3-1

  The Associated Press
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  Preview: Orioles at Mariners

  Reuters

Marlins' Stanton hits No. 44, homers in 6th straight game

Marlins slugger Giancarlo Stanton has homered in his sixth straight game, hitting his 44th of the season off San Francisco Giants left-hander Madison Bumgarner. Stanton connected for a solo shot to left-center field in the third inning Tuesday night, tying the score at 2. The All-Star outfielder has 10 home runs in his last 11 games, and 23 in the last 35. The major league record for consecutive games with a home run is eight, set by Dale Long of the Pittsburgh Pirates in 1956, Don Mattingly of the New York Yankees in 1987 and Ken Griffey Jr. of the Seattle Mariners in 1993. The last player to go deep in six consecutive games was Colorado's Nolan Arenado, in early September 2015. Stanton had

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  Giancarlo Stanton closing in on consecutive HR record

  New York Post
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  MLB Rumors: Could Marlins Trade Giancarlo Stanton, the Home Run King?

  Newsweek

Macabre Mariners Retell ‘The Raven’

Once upon a ballgame dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Edgar highlight of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a tweeting, As of some one gently beating, beating at the Mariners Team Store. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “beating at the Mariners Team Store— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak September; And each separate dying season wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my seasons surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost ‘Lemore— For the rare and radiant utility player who donned the number four— For whom the Angels name our