Postgame
Far be it from *us* to gloat in victory. … !
After the game, luxuriate in the past, present and future of Mariner domination. Specifically, the most recent three hours' worth. Men only, unless (obviously) you're a woman who relishes victory. Leave us savor, lick and wallow in the blood of Orcs gone perished on the Safeco altar.
And while we're at it, we shall of course monologue on how feeble the Orcs were compared to us, how inevvvvvitable the Orcs' defeat was, how the world will soon be ours, and how James Paxton's 1-2 curve ball was destined to draw a wave and miss from any mortal man.
Posts in this blog:
do they still make those draft-day centerfolds?
Posted on: 03/22/17
27 Comments
no, these are not Haniger bats. They are Baobab trees
Posted on: 03/12/17
8 Comments
the sun is rising... on the M's rotation, that is
Posted on: 03/09/17
a roster crammed full of epic talent... and that's just the bench
Posted on: 03/02/17
8 Comments
M's give back most of their Pythag in one pathetic swoon
Posted on: 02/27/17
11 Comments
Dr. Detecto cannot promise this movie will end well, but ...
Posted on: 09/27/16
6 Comments
how can K-Pax throw like that and get zero for it?
Posted on: 09/17/16
1 Comments
this M's obsession is not going to end well for Dr. D
Posted on: 09/14/16
2 Comments
blogging degree of difficulty here: about a zillion
Posted on: 09/10/16
fear and excitement are the same thing, or so they tell you
Posted on: 08/26/16
7 Comments