Sailors have one of these Fridays that starts very soft, has fun for a moment, ends early at bedtime

Fridays are a social construction. The only reason for the joy inherent in the day lies in the traditional structure of the five-week work week, which ends every Friday and offers the ephemeral freedom of a two-day respite from capitalist monotony. For those of us who work from Monday to Friday, the mere specter of Friday's arrival is a motivating factor to leave the bed the other four slices of the week. Then, when Friday shows up its beautiful face, do you face the dreaded fear of wanting to use that freedom to actually accomplish things – social, mental, financial, what do you have – or want to become a human being? buoy floating aimlessly during the weekend, waiting for a wave of excitement to push you.

In the first three rounds of Friday night's Mariners game in Cleveland, both teams seemed perfectly happy to spend their weekend looking after the latter. Seattle initially adopted the charade of production: a walk, a double, a single, but none of it was worthless. It was the Mariners' good time with their colleagues, knowing full well that they are waiting their hour until they return home. Superficial jokes, that is all that is.

Then, in the fourth inning, the Mariners actually made some moves. Jay Bruce – acting as someone who just received a Friday night text – shook his spider webs from 9 to 5, launched his favorite song and let himself go.

Seeing the M start their weekend with such enthusiasm, Cleveland was inspired to do the same. Half a round after the Mariners started the night, the home team tied the match with clean energy. Leonys Martín checked on Instagram, found that his old flame amused himself and wanted to show them that he too was having a good time. Martín's double in fourth place was Cleveland's first hit, and that led to his first run when he scored on a double play from Carlos Santana. That sent the American League teams to the fifth inning with an equal score line, not knowing what will happen to their evening.

The problem with Fridays is that they can cause people to act recklessly. Too many glasses, too many badly designed plans, too much downtime, etc. Whatever your weakness, Friday will find it. On this Friday, Tim Beckham has assumed the role of far too confident. We all met this person. They choose a karaoke song like out of their wheelhouse, meet someone who comes out of their league and spend money well beyond their price range. Beckham almost hit the ball over the center field wall, but when he stayed in, he tried to turn his easy double into a nearly impossible triple.

Unsurprisingly, he was kicked out, creating a popular chorus for people running wild in a downtown park on a foggy Friday night.

Through all this, Yusei Kikuchi has shown exemplary responsibility. While browsing the heavyweight Cleveland, Kikuchi tested the upper limits of the radar gun, worked on both sides of the plate and showed incredible command. He was the friend who paid for the shared appetizer, liaised with the waiter so that you could dine and go away efficiently, and ensured that you returned home safely. If it was not for a bad shot (who among us did NOT do that?), Kikuchi would have had the platonic Friday. Chill but exciting, new and different but not overwhelming, and most importantly remember what controlled pleasure looks like. In seven innings, the clever southpaw hit 10, throwing 60 of his 93 shots for catch. Outside the fourth inning, Kikuchi did not allow a single runner to reach second base.

His friends, meanwhile, were not so reliable. Ryon Healy mysteriously disappeared when no one was watching him. Official word that is to say, he had "tightness in the groin", which will now cover me when I go to vomit in the bathroom.

Healy has been replaced by Dylan Moore. As one is inclined to do, Moore felt the need to catch up after joining the party. In his first game, he was admirably against a thrower already in his bag. In the end, Moore was called on a 3-2 field clearly out of the plate.

As a customer arguing with the bartender, Moore gave the referee a little of his mind before he realized it was futile and probably gave him a generous tip.

The night ended in the ninth inning. The Mariners talked to each other about the need to band together to do something incredible, maybe start their own business or sell all their stuff and move to Auckland. On the other hand, their opponents put their plan into action.

While the difficult part of the Cleveland order was to enter the ninth inning, Scott Servais called his son Anthony Swarzak. Here is what this call looked like.

Instead of being the lovely and helpful parts of Mike Damone, Mariner's next generation was just all the sordid parties. Although he technically brought the portfolio, he also stole $ 5. A walk to Frankie Lindor, followed by two outs and another, paved the way for Tyler Naquin to drive everyone home or fail miserably and keep this night strange for some reason. Naquin assessed the scene and decided that no one should continue to do so.

Let's see if sailors can make better choices on Saturday.