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:
If you control the zone, he will come ... the guy with extra scoresheets, that is
Posted on: 06/03/16
2 Comments
Not pictured: a team you would want to give a 3-run handicap
Posted on: 05/21/16
5 Comments
M's continue to show annoying inability to win all their games
Posted on: 05/19/16
3 Comments
tough when you have to plead 'mercy rule' ... against a pitching machine
Posted on: 05/18/16
pesky rodent Angels hit Dr. D with cheap shot, knock off his lab goggles
Posted on: 05/17/16
M's imposing some unpleasant flights home nowadays
Posted on: 05/13/16
15 Comments
Billyball less effective when facing 446-foot missiles to the CF tower
Posted on: 05/05/16
3 Comments
M's bullpen replaced with near-exact replicas from an alternate universe
Posted on: 05/03/16
5 Comments
the most interesting predation this year, Dept.
Posted on: 04/27/16
24 Comments
let the record show who's the best
Posted on: 04/26/16
7 Comments
the kid learning to trap some of those roundhouses coming at his chin
Posted on: 04/20/16
1 Comments
Dr. D again advises, Take two wins and call him in the morning
Posted on: 04/15/16
6 Comments