Too early to start looking for the towel?

So, we're at the end of week one. Putz is hurt, Big Sexy still can't hit, and we've swung from last to first in the division in a matter of a couple of games.

Sure, sure. It's too early to panic. (Well--not really. After all, this is just what we expected, right?) "Last place" is a mere 1.5 games behind the Angels, and I'm strangely comfortable with that.

I'm going to continue to attempt to keep the Pollyanna glasses on, but I'm just so beaten down as a Mariners fan by the current regime. The bizarre expectations of national talking heads (you know the ones...those who apparently agree with the front office that the team was an Erik Bedard away from playoff contention) just set up unrealistic targets for fans to attach themselves to.

I guess I should be happy that the team has been IN most of their contests. Up next: close battles against the O's (again), the new and improved Rays (the Devil has apparently been exorcised in Tampa Bay), and then next weekend we host the Angels. This could get ugly before we even escape April.

Sorry. Sorry. Not panicking yet. Go M's! Yeah! Woo hoo!