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:
Dr. D basks in the M's glory
Posted on: 04/03/19
Maybe they could make some rule about the 7th or something
Posted on: 09/04/18
M's find their baser nature in desperate win
Posted on: 08/15/18
some guys look like a 0+ ERA standin' still
Posted on: 08/06/18
Dr. D is having wayyyy too much fun with this free fall
Posted on: 08/02/18