Google the word "solipsism." Got it? If I am the only thing that exists, the Angels play only when I watch, and they lose because I write up the postgame. Seriously, these are the only games I ever do: the totally unmemorable losses that drain enough passion just to watch, so no one has any energy left once it's finally over. I know that I don't, which means it must be true.
Not much to talk about here. Kole Calhoun had a nice evening, 2-for-4 with a double and a homer, along with a runner thrown-out at home. The Mariners genuinely tried to run themselves out of this one, making three unforced outs at the plate. It didn't really matter though. Garrett Richards set the ball up on a tee, giving up 13 base-runners to get 16 outs, which on most nights is probably going to look even worse than the four runs he earned in 5-1/3 innings tonight. Three more runs came across in late-inning garbage time.
Otherwise, Felix Hernandez did pretty much what you'd expect from Felix Hernandez. He didn't break a sweat until the seventh inning, when Erick Aybar singled with one out, and then Matt Joyce and C.J. Cron drew consecutive walks to load the bases. But Carlos Perez struck out, and Efren Navarro grounded out, and that was the ballgame. The Angels loaded the bases again in the ninth, but by then it was too late to matter.
Houston also lost, so the Angels didn't lose ground. They didn't gain any either, if you'd rather think of it that way. After winning five in a row and nine of their last ten, I'd usually be satisfied to mulligan a game against Felix Hernandez. In my mind, however, the Angels as an organization are still on notice. They'll have to do a lot to really impress me again, but the problem is, they probably couldn't care less about what I think. Assuming they exist at all when I'm not thinking about them.