One scene from last night's loss says everything I prefer to remember about the game (not so much the soggy emptiness of the ninth inning). Adrian Beltre's homer arcing through a driving rain. Fans in ponchos and raincoats stand and cheer, waving their watery beers.
It hasn't exactly been a hero's return from the All-Star break. And I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't nervous that by the time the big guns show back up, there won't be much to show up to. But it's still just two games so far. Enough to make me nervous, not quite enough to panic on.