The 1969 Seattle Pilots season was a season in American baseball. It was the team's inaugural season, having entered Major League Baseball as an expansion team during the offseason. The team was placed in the newly established American League West, where they finished sixth with a record of 64-98, 33 games behind the Minnesota Twins.
The team would spend only one season in Seattle, as the franchise would move to Milwaukee the following season and become the Milwaukee Brewers. A book about the season exists called The 1969 Seattle Pilots: Major League Baseball's One-Year Team. Part of the Pilots season was also documented in the book Ball Four by Jim Bouton. After the Pilots, there would not be another MLB team in Seattle until the birth of the Mariners in 1977.
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