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:
Somebody on the M's staff failed to show proper courtesy SOMEwhere
Posted on: 04/04/16
5 Comments
Cano and Cruz will be pleased with the adulation toDAY
Posted on: 03/28/16
2 Comments
but there's plenty of poison in the truck, b'lee DAT
Posted on: 03/24/16
2 Comments
and here you thought 'mad scientist' meant 'crazy scientist'
Posted on: 03/19/16
6 Comments
Was Jase referring to Uncle Si or Dr. D?
Posted on: 03/11/16
5 Comments
it's a little late to talk, after you've already done it
Posted on: 03/03/16
8 Comments
no, this ISN'T spring training thinking. We read it in the paper.
Posted on: 02/25/16
4 Comments
M's, and Zeta-Jones, don't know when to quit
Posted on: 09/11/15
5 Comments
... missile after missile detonates with grim accuracy
Posted on: 09/07/15
7 Comments
Pedro wannabe goes nuclear on the Twinkies
Posted on: 07/31/15
9 Comments
Could be the Rangers are suffering more, though
Posted on: 07/27/15
2 Comments
Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet dept.
Posted on: 07/20/15
5 Comments
