Ken,
I don’t have to tell you how much you mean to this team and their fans. You are more responsible than any other single individual for the fact that we still have a team to cheer for in this city, and we have such a wonderful ballpark. Even with all the injuries and missed time, you are a first-ballot Hall of Famer, the first “homegrown” player with that status. Most of us can look past the awkward way you left because of what you did while you were here. You came back this season because you wanted to help the Mariners be winners again. This hurts to say, and my brother in law will probably be in tears when it happens, but right now, the best way to help the Mariners is to walk away. Retire with your legacy intact, and go home to spend time with your family. Not that we want to see you go, but none of us want to keep watching you struggle like you are. It is painful to watch, especially so for those of us who have been following you since that double in 1989. We remember the soaring home runs, and the way you would glide over to catch what looked like a sure extra base hit. I, for one, don’t want my last memory of you to be a strikeout on an 92 MPH fastball. This team desperately needs production, and it seems that no matter how much you want to (and how much we want you to) you can’t give them what they need. You have earned the right to call your own shots, without a doubt, I am just asking you to consider, in your heart, what is right.
Tim
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