Because it looks like my Seattle Mariners are once again going to be the American League's official Whipping Boys.
After the game yesterday? Yeah. Boston took them out behind the woodshed. And then whipped them so damn hard I'm amazed they were able to walk out of the stadium. Whipped, folks. This is not a good sign for those of us who would like to see something more than milktoast come out of Seattle.
You know what? I've said it before, I'll say it again. Fire the front office. All of 'em, the lousy bastards. They all need to get fired. Take a blowtorch to the place and start over. Blah. Bottom dwellers once again.
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