Playoff Fever? Geoff Baker Prefers Seasonal Affective Disorder

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SadGuy.jpgOne would think that the first half-dozen or so playoff games (and the poignant love-letters that followed) would stoke interest in baseball, bringing the warm & fuzzy feelings we all harbour to the fore. Celebrate the grand old game! History! Intensity! All that good stuff.

Not emo poster boy Geoff Baker. No sir, Geoff Baker took to the electronic pages to launch an epic diatribe against the lowly Mariners and his job in general. Take it away, Sad Girl's Dad:

Trying to cover this team as if it mattered from about May 1 on was a gargantuan task this year, none like any other I've been put through in 13 seasons of writing about MLB. In all of those years combined, there were not as many off-field distractions that required me to put pen to paper.

It's been too much. It made this blog a less fun place to be for me, and for you, at times.

Nothing personal folks. It's been a tough year on everybody. The second time in three years this has happened.

Baker assails the cult of personality surrounding the Mariners front office and ownership. Like a good and righteous arbiter of fact, he couches much of this in "this fanbase deserves better" sentiment, though it comes across more as his own belief that the ownership is misguided and out of touch.

Baker's deep pools of melancholy don't stop there, oh no. His very next blog post features, in very Bakerish fashion, a photo snapped of one of his clippings, a full-page feature on Roy Halladay. Baker casts doubt that any Mariners prospects could stand up to the abuse and scrutiny hurled at Halladay by Mel Queen in 2001.

Before getting to that, Baker simultaneously links to and calls-out two separate posts he believes stole liberally from his original Halladay feature. An odd decision, though I suppose he's doing his readers a service?

All the praise and adulation heaped upon Mariners GM Jack Zduriencik sets the contrarian muscles in Geoff Baker twitching. As soon as the process and the results fail to match up, Baker proudly annoucnes his independence from the Jack Z Appreciation Society. Baker proclaims a local radio appearance as a "kool-aid free discussion."

There isn't anything wrong with healthy skepticism from the reporters charged with covering a team. As we've teased here for nearly 3 years, it is the overwhelming angst with which Geoff Baker goes about his daily business that drives us batty and makes us laugh. Get this man a tanning bed! The rainy days in Seattle not only washed away Baker's zeal for his job, apparently his sense of humor and will to live went with it too.

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That's just painful. It's like we're watching him stare at his navel and yell "WHY?! WHYYYYYY?!?!?!"

Baker needs to take up gambling like every other beat reporter.

You misspelled “Harbor”

Incorrect. I pronounce it correctly, too.

Every Pirates beat writer and blogger thinks Geoff Baker should stop crying and STFU.

Geoff Baker rented Revolutionary Road on his honeymoon.

Geoff Baker still hasn't gotten over the death of Kurt Cobain

Geoff Baker listens to "Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness" at least twice a day

Geoff Baker is the reason the BBWAA is pronounced "Bwaaaaaaahhhhhhhh"

@Ed, Geoff Baker is Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness

I can see that...

I don't know what you are talking aboot

'jokes' about Canadian spelling? you've hit a new low BCTF

Sorry. I did know you were the comment police. I will now run every comment by you prior to posting. Is that alright?



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