SEATTLE — The 1978 Mariners lost 104 games, but they had a rock-solid excuse. Those M’s were a second-year expansion team, comprised of spare parts from other organizations and raw rookies pushed prematurely into The Show. For 32 years, that 56-104 mark, the handiwork of Bob Stinson, Ruppert Jones, Dick Pole and company, has stood as the benchmark of Mariner futility. Not that any of the Mariners’ faithful—and I use the term loosely; the M’s drew 877,440 to the Kingdome that year, an average of 11.249 per game—were particularly overwrought.