This is not a political blog and isn't about to become one, not when some of us - we won't name names here - hadn't voted in a presidential election since 1972.
And baseball, a sport that produces passion and angst on a daily basis almost year-round these days, isn't quite as important as what goes on in the real world.
Still, it's fascinating to look at the parallels between new administrations in Washington and Seattle.
Barrack Obama had the audacity to campaign on a platform anchored by change and hope – the kinds of things we cynics long for but have a difficult time expecting from a President.
And the Mariners, with their hires of general manager Jack Zduriencik and now manager Don Wakamatsu, are asking frustrated, angry, doubting fans to believe tangible change is at hand.
We sometimes have trouble believing anything we love – this nation or a baseball team – can be remade. We fight the human desire to believe what is said about the future, in part because of what we have seen in the past.
In a country so thoroughly divided politically, this election offers an opportunity to doubt the President-elect or to put aside our cynicism, let drop our suspicion, and wish him Godspeed.
Why not believe that men of integrity and passion with a willingness to change the way things are can accomplish something like greatness?
Whether we're talking about this team or this nation, genuine hope is a commodity worth embracing.
Mr. Obama, Godspeed.
Mr. Zduriencik, good luck.