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:
well, we call it an 'urban myth' ... I guess Ron would know
Posted on: 07/02/18
and Dr. D STILL hasn't figured out which is which. There, or here
Posted on: 06/07/18
I say make 'Im wear the danger-bee hat, like in the ASG, until he starts earning his coin
Posted on: 06/07/18
we offered you the 3rd amigo AND his draw hand with a foreign object in it. So?
Posted on: 06/06/18
keep throwin' that deadfish, and we'll forgive you anything Wade
Posted on: 05/31/18
unsung heroes again this week
Posted on: 05/22/18
looking at a career year?
Posted on: 04/11/18
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Felix at long last, figuring out the 2nd half of his career?!
Posted on: 04/11/18
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