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Nothing is normal in Seattle this year. It’s like grunge has returned but as a clean-shaven Buddy Holly Happy Days music. Coffee is now tea, and the space needle is shooting adrenaline directly into our hearts. This team is an offensive juggernaut, emphasis on jugger, deemphasize naut. They were in Atlanta yesterday, who is also […]

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Mets’ conveyor belt of young impressive arms wraps around the world at the Equator, then loops up over South America like two suspenders and the head, Jeremy Hefner, is Canada, and the crotch area is whatever David Peterson’s done the last month and the armpits in New Jersey and Los Angeles (my two homes, aw, […]

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I’m not one to yearn for the long-gone, halcyon days, waning nostalgic for the old stuff. Faster games are nice, I like the pitch clock and I don’t miss watching pitchers hit. 40-man rosters though? Ah, the salad days. Back in the day (2019), rosters would turn from a soda can to a Foster’s. We’d […]

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