So a mom, dad and their two kids hop into a self-driving Subaru, zip under some hoverboards on their way to the stadium, slip on their climate-controlled jackets when they get out, devour their drone-delivered hot dogs 10 rows behind the third-base dugout, and get set to watch the Mariners’ first playoff game since 2001. What? Not a possibility? It isn’t feasible that the longest postseason drought in American sports can double in unsightliness over the next decade or two?