What are our expectations for the Seattle Mariners the rest of this year? The club which finally assembled a roster preseason worthy of division title presumption, and pennant dreaming beyond mere wish-casting, has vastly underperformed. They kick off the season’s second half (or 60% mark, more accurately) a game under .500, in second place in the AL West. It is far from the worst state to enter MLB’s Re-Opening Day that Seattle has seen, even measured merely against the recent stretch of contention since 2021.
But this year, we expected better. For the first time since 2004, or perhaps even 2002, the Mariners were coming off a potent season of play and had added significant augmentation to a roster that now looked like a title contender. The fan base once maligned as “spoiled and greedy” has in fact only had perhaps three or four seasons of reasonable expectation for greatness this millennium, and this indeed was one of them.
I used to relish low expectations. I’d love to say it’s a shortcoming I’ve shaken off, but the temptation can creep in at times. After all, it’s difficult to disappoint when the bar is at your feet, and I hate to disappoint. But insulation from expectations often is a short term salve for a long-term corrosion. The accusation of being a “try-hard” rarely sat well or came from my lips. But there was a certain satisfaction in succeeding without effort, as though it were more valiant than doing so laboriously.
It’s ridiculous, self-defeating nonsense. Trying is hard, failing is too. With apologies to Yoda, there is no do without try, and do not is very different if the not is earned through effort or apathy. I wish I’d confronted those tendencies in myself sooner. Here, however, I’ve been railing against them in the Mariners for years. Trying and failing stings, but it does not inherently corrode. It’s helped me hold myself closer to the standard I want from my favorite ballclub. It’s also helped me weather failure and shortcomings.
The 2026 Mariners have been a failure to this point. They were rightfully expected, thanks to aggressive moves by the front office amplified in contrast to several tepid winters prior, to be one of the best teams in the American League. The American League has spent the better part of the year previewing this summer’s cyclospora outbreak, keeping Seattle in the mix for not only an AL West title but a first round bye. Even today, were the season to end, Seattle would be in the playoffs again, their first consecutive trips to the postseason since 2000-2001.
But I expect more. We, rightfully, expect more this season. It’s something familiar in other Seattle sports, where at least one of the Storm, Seahawks, and Sounders have been championship contenders in any given year of the last few decades. Having high expectations isn’t natural to me for the Mariners, however, and I’ve struggled with it undermining my enjoyment of moments that might have otherwise been a highlight in a lesser campaign. But I am trying, because I believe this team is capable of far more than it has shown, and I don’t wish to lower my own bar unduly.
The photo I chose for this article is a moment I’ll never forget. This season has featured many players trying, arguably to their detriment, including Cal Raleigh and Josh Naylor playing through apparent injury and struggling to generate any consistent production. It rankles me, even as moments of… cautious play from Randy Arozarena can also be irksome. Trying is opaque, it’s what you make of it, but to me, on this roster, it is always one player, best symbolized in one play. Victor Robles, out of nowhere, to save a game that wrested for good the AL West from the Houston Astros. Robles has been mercurial his whole career, but never once could his effort be questioned. 2025 began on the heels of his breakout down the 2024 stretch. Within a week and a half, he’d been sidelined with a massive injury, hurling himself into the netting at Oracle Park to attempt to keep a grasp on a game the Mariners were letting slip away to the San Francisco Giants.
Trying is hard, embarrassing, messy, painful. But the lesson thousands of motivational messages and inspirational speeches failed to register in my brain is infuriatingly, eventually, undeniably true: trying is worth it. That means having expectations for yourself, and for others. We should still expect good things from this ballclub, just as they should expect them of themselves. 65 games remain for these Mariners to right the ship and show us they are built for bigger things.
Let’s try to enjoy them together.
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